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[ bye................

while he's gone she looks around the room - not getting up, just scanning with her eyes idly as she waits, eventually crawling back beneath the sheets ]

[ if she looks to the ground she can see bits and pieces of thread, a variety of colors, all short and cut up.

coming back in with a tray of food, now ]

[ ???? Mystery

Smiling at him as he comes back, naturally still not looking too directly but her expression is no less warm for it. If it wasn't for that, or for how haggard she looked earlier - looks, still, much of it lingering - it'd almost seem like nothing happened. ]

... Welcome back...

[ watching for that, and setting the tray in front of her - it's a bowl of something cinnamony ]

Mm, I'm back. Here.

[ opens her mouth to protest a bit more - she isn't hungry, she's fine, more than that, shouldn't she be the one taking care of him? He can see that wheel turning in her head, it's so obvious, but

She can't waste food. So she dips her spoon into the bowl, blowing gently on the contents before sliding it into her mouth ]

... This tastes nice! What is it...?

[ rummaging through a drawer while she eats ]

Guymag. It's flour, butter, and some water, with cinnamon for flavoring - it's a simple meal, but it's good for warming the body up and giving strength.

That's really simple . . .

[ pleasantly surprised. maybe she could learn to make it too.

there's a small bit of time she spends watching him, but her attention is rapidly just taken up by eating - it doesn't take long before the bowl's empty. ]

Oh - my.

[ looking to her, ]

Would you like some more?

[ averts her eyes a bit as she extends her bowl, less out of embarrassment - when has dia ever been anything but entirely shameless in her enjoyment of something, after all - and more like

From his face. It's not remotely intentional. ]

[ . . .

taking it, moving for the door ]

I'll be back in just a moment.

Um, I'm not... I can get my own food at least, can't I...?

Mm, don't worry about it.

[ out the door he goes ]

[ makes a fussy noise and settles back down, washing the food down with the contents of her waterbottle

While she sits there drinking she scans around a bit more, is that drawer still open ]

[ nope! It's closed. Secretive boy. ]

[ secret boy.......

As she regains her strength she feels almost a bit restless sitting here getting taken care of, but

There's nothing to do when her staying here rides on not exploring or cleaning his room, so here she is. So she twiddle her thumbs waiting for him, looking idly at her phone ]

[ coming back with a new bowl of guymag, voice softer and higher ]

Alri~ght, here we go.

[ ?!?!? ]

- You turned into a girl...?

Avenger -

No, Santa-san sent me a few clothes, but they somewhat fit better in this form, so I decided to go with this for now.

[ setting the tray down in front of her, subtly watching to see if she'll look at his face now ]

Is it bothersome?

[ it's,

She can still tell, of course, no matter what he looked like she'd never mistake him for someone else, but

The softening of his features is enough, it seems - she eyes him curiously, thoughtful. ]

No... um, you always look really nice like this too, so if it's fun, then that's even better, isn't it...?

[ . . . smiles then, sitting back down next to her ]

Mm. I think so, too.

Maybe I should become a boy... no, but I wanted to try playing a trick on you . . .

[ hums, blowing on her guymaq before eating a spoonful ]

... Do you need anything...?

A trick on me?

Ah . . . If there's something I need, it might be to be with Dia-sama for a while. I've missed you.

... I'm so -

[ , ]

Mm ... I missed you too. I'll stay as long as I can, and I'll do my best to help while I'm here, so don't worry, okay...?

. . . If you sleep a lot and eat a lot and drink plenty of water, that will be enough to ease my worries.

. . . Okay. I...

[ she should tell him about the injuries, she thinks, if he knows they're there then he can heal them, but... ]

... Mm. Do you want to do something after that...?

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