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∞ 86: Awakening to the stars [action]

[He had awoken before the sun had set, in time to see Yuber attempting to write out his boredom over the journals. Just dealing with that conversation had been exhausting, and he had rested again before finally getting out of his room. And out of the house. How long had he been out and bedridden? Long enough to miss the monsters disappearing and the village being repaired, apparently.

His flowers had been pretty ravaged by the earthquake. He nudges at the broken flowers with his shoe, then ignores them in favor of the slowly blooming moonflowers on the trellises. Something familiar and yet new, after the chaotic happenings. An earthquake, John's recovery, monsters, a stab in the chest... Too much for one month.

He flexes his right gloved hand restlessly, a slight wind picking up as he looks skyward. The clouds would move in soon, and tomorrow would be overcast.

They would block out those damn stars.]

(ooc: I'm baaaaack~ ♥ Albert's AU can be found here.)

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I've... seen him worried before, but it wasn't anything like this. It just seems darker, somehow. [She shakes her head a little.]

And... you seem to be doing much better than you should be, under the circumstances. So hopefully that will help.

It's an intense protectiveness. [That's really the kindest way to describe it.]

[At the comment of his condition, he looks down at his hands resting on the tabletop.] I had time to recover. [But he does realize that he has been doing a lot for only being awake for a few hours.]

... 'Time'? You were unconscious for a week after a near fatal stabbing injury. Yet you managed to make it out of doors, and now are talking theory with me.

I just heal well in a shorter amount of time. This isn't the first time I have been injured, as you know. [This was nothing like the other times, though. The injuries were either less severe or actually left him in bed longer.]

No, this wasn't the first time. And it was... different. A wound like that... especially once it was treated... you didn't seem to be infected, or had any head trauma, so why would you have been asleep for so long?

[He shakes his head, though he has a feeling he knows what had happened. He had been recovering up until Yuber had perished, and then ... something had happened. Even now, and considering everything going on, he couldn't be certain.]

I don't know. But perhaps I am fortunate not to remember any of it. You said I had worsened.

That's right. You had a high fever, though your body had gotten so cold. Your temperatures... had begun to even out once we moved back here, but even so. [She shakes her head.] It's just not adding up, for me.

... In any case, I am glad that you seem to be recovering well, all of that aside.

Edited 2010-08-21 09:41 (UTC)

[His body struggling against whatever side effects Yuber's death had brought? Or maybe those were the side effects themselves, not as threatening as he had allowed himself to think? There were too many possibilities.]

Thank you. I doubt I could have recovered this well without vigilant care.

... You're welcome. I did the best I could, under the circumstances.

[She lifts her cup again, still contemplating.]

[With the break in conversation, Albert goes back to his sandwich. Depending on how long the silence stretches, he may even finish the meal.]

[She's not going to interrupt his eating, as she still has some of her meal to finish as well. ... Or start, in any case. Ever so often though, she will glance up occasionally to study his features.

It's not that much of a difference, or maybe her eyes are playing tricks on her. But with the way things were going on, who could be sure? Her brow furrows slightly in thought over it, her gaze snapping down to her salad as if that held any answers.] ... Hm.

[He could practically feel her eyes on him as he ate, but he ignored it for the most part -- until he finished the sandwich, at least. His tea isn't quite enough of a distraction to keep him to speaking up when he the professor make a noise.]

Is there something else on your mind?

Hm? [She lifts her head.] There has been, but it's been difficult to put my finger on it with certainty.

I've just been... noticing some differences in you as well.

[He had been in the process of pouring more tea when he heard Raine's response. He sets down the kettle carefully.]

From our conversation?

In part, but... physically, you just seem different somehow. I just haven't been able to place why exactly that is yet.

[Why he seems stronger. And that sense of ... something. A strange and vague power, similar to a mana concentration, that she only sensed around few people in Luceti. Yuber. Hugo. Tir. And the latter were gone now.]

I have been bedridden for awhile. [But he's ... getting a sense that that's not what Raine is referring to.]

... No, it's not that. I've seen you bedridden before, after all.

Then what is it? [Caesar's perspective alone didn't help convince him that his memories had been changed. But perhaps...]

[It takes her a few moments to respond, as she considers.] You look... younger, somehow.

Younger. [He looks at Raine for a long moment, figuring out what that meant. If he hadn't had the rune as Caesar had said, he would have aged during his time in Luceti.]

I don't look 28?

... No. I don't think you do. Of course, that age range can be such a grey area. But you definitely don't look the way I remember you from ... before this week.

Younger... yes, I believe that's it. Closer to when we first met.

[He lets out a sigh of relief he hadn't realized he was holding.]

I suppose that's good news.

[She tilts her head at him. That was an unexpected reaction. And it seemed important, somehow.] What is it that... makes you say that?

It confirms that both you and Caesar recall me differently. So the possibility increases that I am affected by this shift as well.

... Ah. I had considered you affected as soon as our recollections differed. This situation forces us to question everything we think we have known, as well as the opinions of others. Some of the changes are just more obvious than others.

[But that relief...]

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