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It had been years and years now since Sylvite's first few bumpy months in the Negaverse, but every once in a while, something would come up that would bring her back to when she was fourteen and stuffed in a warehouse, captured and left to starve when Order found out she didn't have any useful information.

Usually, she only thought about it when some senshi or knight was acting like they were all heroic and the Negaverse was the scum of the Earth, and she'd just kinda laugh in their face and move on. This time was different.

The whole situation with Feldspar had hit way too close to home. She'd been serious and nearly silent during the entire search, and when they'd found him and dealt with the youma, she'd elbowed her way past people joking around and celebrating their victory to make sure that someone was there for him. On the way back up, while she'd carried him close to her chest, she kept thinking about how he'd gotten caught right away by something he couldn't possibly understand, like she had. Worse, the person who recruited him hadn't particularly seemed to care or look for him. That was another thing that Sylvite could relate to.

Nobody deserved that.

When she got to the infirmary only to find all the medics rushing around in the aftermath of the big fight, she offered to sit with him for a while. After all that, he definitely didn't deserve to wake up alone. She was kinda a mess herself. Her hair was a frizzy puff from all the static, and she couldn't really feel her hands, but she watched over him diligently.

At least, until he started moving and he asked for his mom and whatever serious crisis mode that Sylvite had been in for the last few hours shattered into a completely different type of panic. She just blinked.She wasn't a doctor with a bedside manner or anything. She had no idea what to say to someone who had been frozen for what was probably months.

Okay. He was asking questions. She could manage that. "You're in the infirmary in Negaspace," she said, trying very hard to be nice and gentle. "It's okay," she added quickly. "You should be good now, but um," she squinted, trying to think of a nice way to phrase it, before she simply said, "We did have to carry you out of the rift."

For a couple of seconds, as the barely awake Lieutenant did his best to put the pieces together, Sylvite was actually silent. She waited. She sucked in her cheeks and squinted, concerned, until her nose started to wrinkle. Then he said the word youma, without even seeming too freaked out, and Sylvite smiled. Okay. At least she didn't have another amnesia case on her hands. That made stuff a lot easier.

"Yeah. The youma," she repeated, nodding, no longer sounding nearly as choked or careful. "Sorry you got attacked. They can be kinda finicky like that. You must've found a really strong one, though. It had you trapped in crystal and everything."

She was settling into her normal babble, ready to fill in any gaps in his knowledge on youma, or the Rift, or anything she knew about the events leading up to his stay in this infirmary room, but then he mentioned that he couldn't feel his leg.

Sylvite might not have had any medical training, but she had seen a couple episodes of different doctor shows over the years.

"You can't?" The pitch of her voice went higher. She sprang up from her chair, nose wrinkling from worry all over again, and she leaned over the bed to get a better look, glancing from his face to his leg. "That's, like, really bad, right?"

Wait, no. Ugh. She was doing just awful at the whole being calm and supportive thing.

She rested her hands on the mattress and sucked in a breath through her teeth. "I mean, do you want me to get a medic?" she asked. There had to be someone free who could at least check to see if he needed to go to the real hospital or something.

If Feldspar wasn't watching Sylvite's facial expressions, he was missing a show. At first, her eyebrows squished together, all worried, because she'd already been sitting here for a long time, worrying. That was kinda where she was at. As he went on, though, her lips twisted to one side, and then she smiled a little bit, and then she gave a single snicker.

There was a pause before she burst into a full on fit of giggles.

It lasted for a couple seconds before, and then she cut herself off, slapping a hand over her mouth.

"Wait, no, no, no," she said, but the smile was still on her face. He was funny and also definitely not dead, and both of those things were really good signs. "Shh!" She put a finger over her lips, even as a final giggle slipped out.

"For them to let me in here, I had to promise to be really good and not bother you or rile you up or anything. And I had to promise, like, ten times, because they know I get hyper or whatever." They also probably wouldn't have approved of her hopping all the way up onto the end of his hospital bed and sitting cross legged, boots and all, but that was what she did, because they had to be close if they didn't want to be loud, obviously.

In a whisper, she added, "I mean, it's not going to matter since I'm gonna have to carry you all the way back down and leave you for a youma snack, but, y'know." She shook her head at him, fake sad.

"Just kidding. We've got Generals with prosthetics and stuff, so there's hope even if you were that bad, but we've also got medicine, and magic, too. The works." She nodded to the room around them, wiggling her fingers a little for emphasis.

Overall, Sylvite had gotten pretty lucky with the actual fighting part of the war.
It had only been the once, after the whole torture thing, that she'd actually ended up in the hospital, but it was enough to leave an impression on her. When Feldspar went on about boxes and being stuck, she gave a knowing nod.

"Yeah," she said. "That's why I wanted to be here, basically. Nobody should have to be stuck in a sad little room all by themselves. Still, you gotta realize that people are gonna worry if they hear you going on about like, woe, and stuff being awful." She had a sneaking suspicion that if medics started worrying, Sylvite would get ushered off just like that and then Feldspar would have to deal with his depressing hospital time.

Sylvite didn't want that, and it was no longer just because she thought Feldspar deserved a better start to his time in the Negaverse than what she'd gotten. It was quickly getting obvious that he was cool.

"So your leg's okay?" She glanced over at it, although she didn't know exactly how to tell if something was wrong. "Okay-ish? Not worse?" He didn't look hurt at all. Weirdly, she was probably the more banged up of the two of them.

"I mean, you were unconscious until literally just now. That was the main concern."

She paused and sucked her cheeks in for a second, trying her best at the nice bedside manner voice again since this was probably the hammer, "And best we can tell, you were down there for a while. Like. Um. Months."

She rocked back slightly, squinting in a way that probably wasn't reassuring.

Under pretty much any other circumstances, she would've shot back something about how it couldn't all be awful. She bit down on that instinct, though. Even Sylvite the eternal optimist understood that getting kidnapped by a youma on top of whatever he was going on about with his leg just kinda sucked. She hadn't insisted on staying by his side because she'd thought that he was going to wake up and be happy.

"I mean, we got you back so that's something?" she said with a weak little shrug, not wanting to give into the whole woe thing entirely. It was short lived, though, and after that she was quiet for a second, sucking in one cheek and then the other. Then, much quieter, she added, "I get what you mean, though. Really."

More than he might have guessed.

She couldn't get too caught up in the past while he was almost falling off the bed, though. "Woah, woah, woah," she said, shifting in case she'd have to catch him or something. "I know some hospital rules are dumb but maybe not the ones about being careful after you've been knocked out for a long time?"

She took a breath and then it was back to the awkward attempt at bedside manner. "Um, it might have been a shorter time if you were doing other things and just not checking in, but Axinite was saying that the last report of you was from back in January." She summoned her tablet and flicked it open, glancing at the date and time flashing in the bottom corner before she handed it over. "It's March fourteenth."

A flicker of the smile came back, despite herself. "Happy Pi Day?"