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[drawnbythesword]

[The journal clicks on, to show one depressed-looking Asbel.]

...To anyone who knew Malik Caesars or Pascal here... I'm sorry to say they've been sent home. [The less time he dwells on it, the better, right? Right, of course.]

First Sophie, and now those two...

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[drawnbythesword]

[Maybe he'd weigh something if he ate once in a while.]

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[ledbythewind]

[He does eat! Sometimes! ... occasionally.]

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[ledbythewind]

[After a little while, though, Richard will begin to stir, and at last his eyes flutter open, confused.]

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[drawnbythesword]

[At this point, they're in transit back to the house, nearing their destination. Focused on getting Richard there, he hasn't even noticed Richard is awake yet.]

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[ledbythewind]

[... oh. Asbel's carrying him. This is... embarrassing, but kind of nice at the same time.]

... Asbel?

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[drawnbythesword]

[...Richard's awake...]

Ah, Richard...!

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[ledbythewind]

... I'm sorry, Asbel. I should have told you I wasn't feeling well.

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[drawnbythesword]

Richard... [A sigh.]

...You have to take better care of yourself.

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[ledbythewind]

I know. I just haven't had much of an appetite lately.

[He shifts a little so that he's not dead weight in Asbel's arms, wrapping his own arms around his friend's neck to make himself feel more secure.]

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[drawnbythesword]

You still should try to eat something.

[Enjoy the piggyback ride, Richard.]

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[ledbythewind]

... I'll try when we get back.

[And he just sort of buries his face against Asbel's shoulder. Maybe it's selfish of him, but he wants to enjoy this moment while he can.]

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[drawnbythesword]

[Oh Richard...

Well, he'll let you enjoy that, Richard. ...Mostly because he doesn't mind.]

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[ledbythewind]

[Good, because he's definitely sort of snuggling now. Such a good knight, Asbel.]

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[drawnbythesword]

[To the house, then.]