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Elst nodded, lightly. “I…have no doubts of your own food, I was simply offering some of the potent health foods I’ve made over the years. I’m a plant, after all, and it allows me to make vegetables and such with far past their usual nutrients. But if you think what you’re feeding him will keep him healthy, I have no hesitation to believe you.” A quick glance over to Faolan, or well, the blanket he was under. “And yes, I do realize it’s his soul that aches, not his body, but…It is sadly surprising how misery can ruin one’s health. Sometimes, people slowly halt their will to live, and simple boosts in vitamins and the like can literally be the only thing keeping the body going. It’s like wild animals that halt living in captivity…the environment is one they were never meant to be in…just like Faolan was never meant to be without her.”

And at Keagan’s second verse of words, Elst quietly nodded, taking a moment before he spoke. “You…you are right, yes, I suppose we should go speak with Ellandra, now…I would think, second to Ellandra, you are the best person to take care of him for now. I…wish you luck, and I will do whatever I can to get Ellandra over here.”

Aoi quietly nodded at Faolan’s bed-ridden form, under those covers of his. The Alter’s eyes seemed deeply disturbed, with some emotion far more complicated than simple sadness troubling him. But…that, for now, was silently discarded in his mind, bottled away to deal with later. Now, they needed to focus on getting home and helping Ellandra. He walked over, solemnly, to stand by Elst’s side.

Another nod from the plant man. “Yes, hopefully what I say to Ellandra tonight will provide for that…And I will be sure to tell her. A good night to you, and best wishes for Faolan.” He followed Keagan to the door, and made his exit. Aoi, lost for words, simply limped after him, his gait returning as he numbed his legs with his mist. Next to Faolan’s bed, he’d left something; A wet towel, full of dirt and tied with a string, had a grey daylily sprouting from it. A physical symbol of his promise, it seemed.