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[swordboning]

...you've reached Archer. Leave a message and if it's suitable, I'll get back to you.

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[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.

[poised]

That sounds quite a bit like underestimating my ability to multi-task.

[an offended sniff]

[swordboning]

I could just say I'm dodging your questions until a later date when another excuse is handy. But I doubt you'd like that.

[poised]

Well at least that's more honest.

Though I don't see why dodging my questions is necessary either.

[swordboning]

That's the nature of being a friend with me. I'm afraid you'll have to get used to it.

[poised]

At what point do you cease dodging questions?

[swordboning]

That sounds like something you'll have to work on. But you not being sick would be a good hurdle to pass.

[poised]

Hmph....

[She doesn't like that answer but at least she's finished the soup for now and moves to put it on the coffee table. Then it's curling up on the couch and pulling a blanket up to ward off a chill.]

Then make yourself useful and pick another movie.