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[mistlegacy]

[She was going to make this a voice-only message, but her muddled mind doesn't bother to doublecheck. So, anyone can see her in her fully glory.

Rydia, to put it mildly, doesn't look well. Her cheeks are brightly flushed, her gaze somewhat unfocused, and dizziness has taken hold as well, evidenced by her heavy reliance on that wall as she wobbles over toward somewhere in her house. Hopefully her bed, though given her stubbornness, that's no guarantee.

When she speaks up, her voice is rather lacking its usual firm tone, fading in and out just like her coherence.]

Porom...I don't think can help. I'm sorry. I'd send someone, but...most of the town is affected--

[Sway. She manages to brace herself against the wall. That's better.

....

....

...what was she doing again? Oh, right. Messages.]

Golbez, you're [still irritating--no, wait, that wasn't the message]...I talked to Leviathan. There's something you'll want to know....

[...but it will have to wait. Rydia has become one with the wall...and then the floor. She slumps against it, nearly giving in to the urge to rest right there, but one thing stands out sharply enough for her to say it before she forgets.]

Cuore...please, someone watch her?

[She fumbles to turn the device off, only she ends up just dropping it to the ground instead. It shows it at an angle as she closes her eyes, shivering as her fever rises.]

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[imtheleadingman]

Good. You rest, and I won't be far if you need aid.

[He is still stubbornly in denial about his own physical state, despite needing to lean on the bedpost -- until he takes a step away from the bed, intending to grab the soup he had brought, and crumples to the floor in a heap.]

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[mistlegacy]

[At that, Rydia struggles to lift the covers. Her voice is still weak, but slightly less so thanks to alarm.]

Balthier?!?

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[imtheleadingman]

[He feebly reaches a hand out towards the bed, grabbing the lower half of the nearest leg of it to steady himself, pulling himself to his knees, though his posture remains slumped and his hands have begun to visibly shake a bit.]

Perhaps I underestimated...

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[mistlegacy]

[Rydia doesn't quite make it out of bed, but she crawls over to the edge.]

Go to the other bed. You need rest.

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[imtheleadingman]

[He looks at though he might protest, but even he realizes how incredibly hypocritical that would be. Grimacing, he pulls himself to his feet with great effort and slowly makes his way to the indicated bed, sitting himself on the edge.]

Just... for awhile. It wasn't my intention to infringe on your privacy.

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[mistlegacy]

[Rydia's look dares him to protest, but she relaxes as he doesn't push it.]

I don't care about that right now. I'm not going to toss you out like this.

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[imtheleadingman]

[He nods grimly, slowly reclining to lay back against the pillow provided before speaking again, sounding nothing less than petulant.]

Pirates don't get sick. Hmph.

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[mistlegacy]

[And Rydia sounds equally petulant.]

Neither do Summoners.

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[imtheleadingman]

[He lets out a derisive snort as he turns his gaze to the ceiling.]

Ha. What a pair we make.