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[swordboning]

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[swordboning]

Telling me not to come by because you're sick seems more like a way to ask for assistance than the other way around. And I'm taking it that way.

[poised]

Then your methods of interpretation leave much to be desired.

[She says as if she's not in the middle of getting up and making her apartment more presentable again since she has a feeling he's going to come over anyway.]

[swordboning]

...how are you feeling? I need to know what kind of food to bring you.

[poised]

It's nothing more than a common cold. I would be able to heal most afflictions worse than that.

You needn't go to any great lengths.

[But she also won't mention that she's not feeling very hungry - which is another symptom of the cold, she figures.]

[swordboning]

Chicken soup it is then.

And I do. Call it a certain type of obligation, at least.

[poised]

What 'certain type of obligation' am I to call it then?

[Yo, she won't argue with chicken soup.]

[swordboning]

As long as you don't spread it around, consider it friendship obligations.

[poised]

[did he just--

oh no]

Ah. Very well then. Your secret is safe with me.

[a pause and then she sighs and relents--]

The door is unlocked, my friend.

[ok so maybe the last part was just to tease him a bit]

[swordboning]

Don't be idiotic about it either. I'll see you in about 30 minutes.

[Of course, that's means a large bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup is entering said door at suggested time. Along with an Archer. He went quick so it'd stay hot, you see.]

...I'm here.

[poised]

[Thirty minutes is enough for her to pick up a few more of the things that were lying around -- though she was sniffling and coughing all the while. When he lets himself in, she's sitting on the couch and probably in the middle of yet another chickflick.

There is definitely a stuffed animal in her arms and a box of tissues on the table as well as a blanket over her lap. She's cozy but also very sick.

Whoops.

When she speaks, her voice is a bit hoarse --]

Welcome.

[-- and then she sneezes.

What a hot mess of a royal.]

[swordboning]

Don't push yourself.

[At least she's on a couch. He helps himself to getting a tray because he's been here enough to memorize the hell out of everything. Tray, utensils, and the food. Once it's all ready, he's bringing it out to her.]

Here. This should help you feel better.

[poised]

[Let's be real, there's an excellent chance that Archer knows Natalia's kitchen better than Natalia does. Regardless, she sits up properly, doing her very best to maintain perfect posture even as she accepts the tray onto her lap with a grateful nod.]

You have my gratitude.

[Though that much is said only after she gently clears her throat and is obscured by a stuffy nose.

Maybe going out into a blizzard and healing everyone willy-nilly wasn't her best idea.]

[swordboning]

Try not to think too hard about it and get better.

[Don't mind him as he grabs a seat on the couch though. Not leaving until she finishes that, at the least.]

[poised]

As if I had any other intentions.

[Though she'll at least make space for him if he insists, moving the blanket aside so there's room for him to sit comfortably.

She should probably be resting her voice but--]

Rin had no issues with you visiting on such short notice?

[swordboning]

It's fine. I doubt there would be a problem either way.

[Yeah, sit back, eat, and watch yo movies.]

She doesn't have a leash attached to me in that manner.

[poised]

[She will, thank you. Archer continues to prove his househusband status.]

I merely hope that she's faring well. I noticed that Saber doesn't appear to be in our company any longer, after all...

[swordboning]

Try not to bring that up.

[THE UNTOUCHABLE TOPIC. Especially around Rin and Archer.]

Rin is fine. If she has any issues that need your help, I'll ask.

[poised]

And if you have any issues that need my help?

[She says as she keeps eating chicken soup prepared by him.

Who needs help here, Natalia.]

[swordboning]

What I need help with is you getting better. Which worrying about others doesn't help.

[poised]

I'll get better in due time.

[That much she sounds certain about, though she does sigh.]

But I suppose I'm merely curious... You are faring well, aren't you?

[swordboning]

Again, don't concern yourself with others until you're in a position to do so.

[He's always fine. ALWAYS.]

[poised]

That wasn't a yes.

[asshole]

[swordboning]

It wasn't a yes because I'm refusing to answer your questions. Ask them later.

[poised]

That's entirely unfair. What's wrong with now?

[She says before she's interrupted by a coughing fit.]

[swordboning]

That's exactly what's wrong with now. You can't sympathize with others when you're worrying about yourself.