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[truthdecided]

Ren is in the clinic.

[Akechi's words are blunt, monotone, and he tries desperately to not any ripples of worry or distress slip through his thoughts.

Still, those focusing closely may still feel it. A tingling feeling like ants skittering across one's brain.]

I will be doing what I can to care for him. Obviously, I'm not clinic staff, but I owe him as much.

[Something like irritation starts to flare, but it fizzles out fast.]

I told him not to overdo it. Now he's going to fall even further behind.

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[truthdecided]

It's funny. I had similar suspicions.

[Just to be safe, he shuffles closer and lowers his voice.]

Often, bright smiles and overabundant cheer are a facade used to get people to do what they want. I'm well versed in the art of playing to a crowd.

[...]

That, and I find the lack of roofs in the lower ranked quarters deeply perplexing, given that your guild has at least two fire types.

[bladeofnymeia]

Oh, yes. The fact that we have gone without incident in a wooded area is a miracle in and of itself.

I'm used to it for me, though. There are worse places to sleep.

[truthdecided]

I suppose it is somewhat a matter of perspective.

[He glances back at Ren.]

We're exposed to the elements in the tunnels, but at least there we have ceilings. The walls are much too thin, but they are stable, if nothing else.

[bladeofnymeia]

...You are making me feel as if I ought to focus my attention on a massive blanket initiative, instead of the satchels I keep trying to perfect.

[ARE YOU ALL COLD, DO YOU NEED BLANKIES, SHE CAN MAKE BLANKIES IT'S SO EASY]

[truthdecided]

[A "blanket initiative." Hmm... He cocks his head slightly, envisioning this.]

Such a project may require additional hands. Blankets require far more materials than satchels.

[bladeofnymeia]

You can technically turn a thick bolt of fabric into a proper blanket if you hem the edges.

[She's been brushing Emmet out for his shedded fur and that shit pressed and spun into something is toasty.]