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Shun paused as he felt Riley pat him on the cheek, then looked up to her a little confused. He was surprised that she would willingly lay a hand on him. He eyed her, not entirely certain how to feel about that right now. For a moment, he thought of asking her the question he had murmured to himself a few moments ago. But, he brushed it aside. He supposed that it wasn't that important.

Instead, he stared at her feet.

"Don't cry if you get them cut up on rough terrain or on random sharp objects that may be laying about," he said in a matter of fact tone.

((Entering from Valley))

It was all Evan could do to keep from collapsing as he came back through the portal. He staggered back towards the courtyard, wanting nothing more than to collapse against a wall but mindful of his wounds; he didn't know anything about this kingdom, who knew how they would react if he stained the walls? Sheer willpower kept him upright long enough to shuffle along. He just needed some water, maybe something to stop the bleeding, and then he'd be fine to continue on.

"Oh, thank you." Gene told Terra, smiling sweetly at the handmaiden. What a sweetie she was.

Turning back to Demi, Gene actually let out a small chuckle. "It was a joke, sir. Tea isn't meant to kill, but heal. It's therapy, like the motions of a rake."

"No. But you better not expect me to carry you when it happens," Shun muttered before finishing his tea. Getting up, he went on to set the cup aside, then returned to his little spot in the shade. He was more relaxed now, but he was still feeling a bit on the broody side.

Looking towards one of the silver kingdom members, he looked to her for the moment.

"Are you certain about that? Joining us may mean you would have to kill one of your former friends," he stated calmly. There were silvers in other kingdoms after all.

It was then that he realized that another had come on back. The man looked rather ragged and he had to wonder if he had been attacked by one of the others.

"Dammit. We need to get some medics in here," he hissed while looking around to try and see where their other rook was. Mot was currently busy at the moment, after all.

"You there, how are you holding up?" he asked Evan. He didn't look that great.

No gunpowder, no flint.

Finer words have never been spoken till now as the hounds eyes grew wide in wonder as he trailed behind like a disciple. "Teach me your ways, sempai.." he cooed, letting Gene have the reins.

Already he was learning something new about tea service, the ability and foresight to temper cups. "I see i see, an interesting trick!" he remarked, that must have been the reason why his own brewed tea at home went cold far quicker than he wanted.

Life lessons by Gene. "What else can you teach me?"

(Entering from Labyrinth)

Yin had failed with the flowers, so there was only one thing for a knight to do to please his King. He took off his shirt, bought a single noodle, draped it over his chest, and posed dramatically.

Yin had failed with the flowers, but it seemed that simply being out in the field had helped him to gather some miasma. He brought back what little he could to the kingdom, nodded in greeting to those that he recognized, small bows to those whom he knew and respected.

One of those was the young woman who sold the tea that he rather enjoyed, and while he merely recognized the man with her he approached almost timidly. Maybe he had a secret hope that he would get something out of the exchange (such as tea for example) but that was certainly not why he approached. Really. Watching her pour water into a cup had nothing to do with it. "Greetings," he stated simply, cutting into their conversation with approximately the finesse of a rock being thrown against a window.

((Entering from the Labyrinth))
Rosciel returned from his excursion to the King's Labyrinth, not bearing a tremendous amount of miasma, but every bit counted, didn't it? He was tired and battered from his encounters with not only the creatures of the labyrinth's bog, but also the flowers themselves. The first thing he did, now that he had a moment to rest, was removed a small vial from one of his pockets and downed the silvery liquid within. Hopefully it would help with the pain.

Second was to frown at someone shuffling along a few paces ahead of him. His walk was as brisk as he could manage, clearing his throat when he was almost at the other man's side.
"You look like you need a hand. Or a healer. Probably both." So it was bad humor, what of it? The physician stepped past him, waving a hand to follow before heading over to a quieter part of the gardens.

"If anyone else needs mending..." he said in a voice that wasn't terribly loud, but carried, trailing off because he didn't feel the rest needed to be spoken. He wasn't going to flutter about like some butterfly, asking everyone if they needed medical attention. That wasn't how it worked. If you were hurt or sick, you asked the doctor for help, the doctor didn't come looking.
Without another word, he sat down and started taking out the few supplies out of the bag he'd taken with him. But by the looks of things, it would take more than his medicines.

Healing? Maybe this was her answer to the tiredness she was feeling. Tightening the blanket, she moved closer to him, hand gently grabbing into a part of his shirt and tugging lightly as if she were just a child asking for attention. "Excuse me." Her voice would go no louder then a whisper, hopefully she'd caught his attention though so he'd notice her. "I think healing would do me quite a bit of good right now if you have the time."

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