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Bramimond slowly walked over towards Soren and Blossom, his mind molding more towards Blossom. Soren's mind didn't seem to be reaching out much at the moment.

He bent over, his voice filled with concern. "Are you alright? Is your problem something that a Mend staff can fix? Or will it only take time? If you can use Fire magic, you may use this tome to warm yourself. If not, I do not mind using it to warm you." A comforting smile emerged from under Bramimond's hood, but his eyes were still unable to be seen.

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"Hikaru..." Nils gazed back into Fire Dragon's eyes. "Thank you... Thank you so much..."

"Ahhhh..."

Rhys let the warm breath of the Fire Dragon wash over him, pleased that someone capable of burninating FEF Castle was on their side.

"Indeed. Hikaru, I can't thank you enough right now."

Blossom studied Soren intently, keeping her eyes on him. He was struggling to articulate anything, she could definitely tell. When he managed to get something out, she nodded. "That's all right. I understand." She smiled a little, not saying anything more.

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Soren nodded, his behavior punctuated by an awkward silence. He held the blanket to himself and somewhat swayed where he was with a shudder every now and then. Sensing a lonely spirit, Soren cast his eyes out to the door and took notice of the bright-haired girl against the doorframe. He felt that it was partially his fault.

Loneliness was something Soren learned to abhor. Sensing it in others did him no ease.

"...M-Miss... By the...the door," Soren called, raising his hand slightly to Anna. "Is..."

Then he quickly tightened into a ball with a cry of pain, one cold hand clutching through his hair. Soren sucked in a few breaths, attempting to relax. Then something passed over his face. His entire body slacked, his focus blurred, and he slumped against the wall. His panicked breathing quelled into an easy pace, a murmur falling off his tongue as his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he was asleep, tranquil, and a little warmer.

As the sage choked out his words, Bramimond gave a kind nod. "I understand, my friend. If you need any help, do not hesitate to ask me."

Just as he began to walk away, he noticed Soren have some sort of fit, and he quickly turned back to face him. As Soren passed out, Bramimond bent down, and began trying to see if he was alright, and if his Mend staff was indeed needed.

Anna blinked when Soren called to her. What? Did he- But then she cried out when he curled up, a worried look coming onto her face. Was that because of her? He was out in the blizzard, he should be resting and not yelling... So she decided to scoot back over next to him, to look and make sure nothing happened. One hand reached out inquisitively to touch his forehead, and she shivered slightly. He was really cold...

She looked up at Bramimond and frowned. "Uhmmm... I think he's... asleep now," she told the man, a bit uncertainly. "Maybe he just needs rest?"

To say that maternal instincts had kicked in was a sore understatement. Already, Ayra had made herself busy, boiling two kettles of water over a small hearth in the corner and already readying whatever tea or herbal supplies they had in the house. There was a sizable amount there for the guild, but there still remained the question of how long, if rationed, all of them would last.

Rationing it to the point where only the sick would receive tea that was more than mildly flavored (enough to last them all a good week and a half, given the current situation), Ayra swooped up mugs and started handing them around to anyone bundled in blankets- and even some that weren't. Though the cold or wet individuals got theirs first, of course, followed by the special tea for Lyre, who clearly wasn't feeling well to have been in the sick wing.

Oh, yes, a very special brew of especially bitter tea. One of those concoctions, with both stems and leaves, that almost coated the throat with sap. While therapeutic, it would taste positively vile and wouldn't clear from her taste buds for days, if she had made it just right. So she was Tibarn's 'beorc pet', was she? Ayra resisted the urge to laugh. She'd show the cat woman that this so-called pet had more than enough tricks up her proverbial sleeves.

"Ah, I remember you. The cat from the other time, when we were speaking like such... civil people. Here you go, dear. You should feel better in no time." Unable to resist this particular urge, however, she moved over to Tibarn, sashaying her hips before reaching up her fingers and lightly moving them down his jawline, smiling as she planted a light kiss on his lips.

"Of course, there are other, far more effective ways at staying warm than tea. Isn't that right, dear?"