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Wading through the snow, Erinome felt Villion before seeing him. Just in case his magic messed up again, this time he had both his hot thermos and a first aid kit. He’d learned a bit about how to help with things on the computer just as Ian wanted him to learn.
The sight he happened upon surprised him though, seeing them laying on the ground all spread out in the snow. They had their eyes closed but he wasn’t sure if they were sleeping so he walked up very cautiously. “Hello? You Okay?” Speaking up as he stood next to the corrupt, he held the thermos between his hands before taking a sip of his warm tea.
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One blue eye peeked open and he turned to look at the small senshi.
The broken English was a bit on the caveman side but then again, since this senshi was indeed an alien…He supposed it would make sense. “No.” He closed his eye with a wince, “Concussion…Not in a good shape right now.” He figured the moth would get the point but instead he explained just in case, “I need….Healing.” As much as he hated to say it, that knight knocked him out pretty good. He was in the snow for what felt like hours after they had exited the field. Even hitting the knight with his attack didn't work very well and he apparently had some nasty hallucination magic himself. The corrupted waited for his healer to come to him, and then he would pull what he had in his subspace to reward him for a good job.
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Kneeling down he rubbed his hands together for a moment to try and warm up. “Will try, cold though.” At least with all his layers over his fuku and then the thermos it wasn’t as bad but he never knew when his magic would listen or not.
At least if they weren’t doing well, something called a concussion, then he’d do his best and then maybe pull out an ice pack or use some of the snow to help a bit too. Cold was supposed to help when you bumped something or fell so he figured it might work too.
Looking around, just in case, he always worried about someone following along from either side of things. When he didn’t see anyone he focused on his magic. It was different again this time but in a way he really wasn’t sure about. The moths that floated were so bright he had to squint against the light. They moved faster this time too and he could feel his energy just plummeting as they fluttered and smacked into Villion.
Blinking and shaking his head to try and clear some of the tiredness, he watched them carefully.
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The moths were so bright that Villon could see them behind his eyelids, which caused him to hiss a little, but then the little creatures started smacking into him which actually made him laugh a little. Slowly the pain and dizziness he was feeling started to go away. It would seem like the moth's power was…. Different this time but in what way? He wouldn't be able to tell. After a bit more of a ‘beating’ from the bright insects, he sat up slowly, still a bit woozy but feeling much better than before.
He was right to terrify the poor thing, but good deeds deserve rewards right?
Standing to his full height on slightly wobbly legs, the corrupt managed a gentle pat on the smaller senshi's head while reaching into his subspace to pull out a floral box. “Here. Should have some exotic plants in there for you to try. Nothing poisonous, but I was told the flowers in there have a sweet taste to them.” He wouldn't know for sure and he wasn't about to start eating them either. Villon sat back down, then laid back down. He felt better, but things were still off for him.
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When Villion got up, he watched and scooted back a bit just in case but didn’t make it far before they had decided to pat him on the head. His antennae twitched nervously for a moment but then when he saw and smelled the box of flowers he grabbed it slowly.
“Not poisonous here.” Thinking back to the plants he ate that were apparently called poison oak or poison ivy, things that caused trouble to humans and their skin and lungs. Opening the box he looked at them, they didn’t look like anything he’d found around here out in the open at least. “Thank you.” Closing the box for now, he watched as they sat then laid back down. His own head felt too heavy and he pulled his knees up to rest his forehead on them for a moment.
Thinking for a moment he pulled one of the snacks out of his bag, one of the apples he had alongside the other fruits. Leaning forward, he put it on their chest lightly before leaning back and pressing his face to his knees again. “Too much magic.” Yawning as he spoke, he needed a bit before trying to move or do much of anything else.
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Really…..An apple?
Villon carefully lifted his head to look at the apple curiously before laying it back down again. “You're welcome and thank ********.” so if too much of his magic was used he would get tired? Interesting, and something for him to take note of. Didn't want his little healer getting too tired to do his job so he might have to be a little less reckless from now on. Villon made a small note to bring the healer something warm next time but decided that this was a good time to just…Be. He could go back home later, it was still pretty early in the night.
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