pullmeoutalive | Two worlds, one family--

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Two worlds, one family--

[ It's strange to be in a world with not one set of memories from another world-- not two, but three, not that Otome can really discuss this with anyone. It's difficult enough, when she wakes up these days, and can't remember if she's in her own home, or her apartment. If she needs to call Fumi to check on preparations for the day, or...

But no. This is her world. And not a school day, so she's stuck trying to focus not on what she's missing or what she's lost, but on what lies ahead.

What that actually is, she doesn't know, but she's out and about today, and there's a strong breeze. Maybe today will be a good day for clearing her thoughts. ]

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It is. I think you'll find that it'll help you on the road to recovery a lot faster, too.

[ She would just say REST, but Leon might respond better this way. ]

[He sure is responding, if nothing else. It stirs up the old knight missions in him that he hasn't forgotten at all, and his response, then, is equally proper and half-remembered.]

Very well then. I will be certain to report every few hours when necessary, as you've requested.

Thank you, Leon. Will your stomach let you eat something now?

I... will do my best.

[If... Otome went out of her way to cook for him?

It's not like he's going to say no. Even if he's also not sure it's edible then either.

At some point you have to just take a leap of faith.]

Thank you for cooking for me. [It's...sweet and he's still not entirely used to being taken care of properly, despite the entire "maids and servants" thing. Marian aside, they were more hands off, so this...is touching.]

It's no trouble. I made absolutely certain it was edible, and okayu is made to be easy on the stomach, so it ought to help.

[ She won't tell him how much of a mess the kitchen is via her trials and tribulations of making a good few batches of it. But she'll just move the tray to rest on his lap now. ]

[Poor Otome........ fight hard through those trials and tribulations.

Either way, he accepts the meal, shifting to lean against the headboard of the bed instead, blinking down at the meal. He's still sleepy and not entirely all present, but... even so, it's time to eat and he can recognize that. He won't spurn her efforts for him.

So he reaches for the spoon and takes a bite--and then another, so it seems Otome succeeded in the edible part of things.]

... How is it?

[ Of course she's going to fret. ]

... It's fine.

[He's still fighting through the nausea, but she was right that it's easy on the stomach; he just focuses on taking slow bite after bite, trying to eat as much of it as he can before his body nopes right out.]

And...it's appreciated.

Thank goodness... [ THE KITCHEN WAS A WORTHY SACRIFICE IF LEON THINKS THIS IS EDIBLE. ]

[He blinks at her then--before he awkwardly clears his throat.]

It...is not as though you are a complete disaster in the kitchen...any longer. You've learned to improve yourself.

[u did good mom!!!]

I'm still no match for you, Leon. But I thought this might happen, so I'm very glad I worked at it.

[ More than worth it. Of course she wants to do all she can for him, especially when he's like this. ]

[Mom......]

It... is not as though I am prone to illness, so do not concern yourself with that. I should be fine soon enough, and I will make sure this doesn't happen again.

Mm, I know you will. But until then, help me take care of you, okay? No one knows your body as well as you do.

... Okay.

[He's never been taken care of quite like this before, but it's warm and it's comfortable and Leon honestly likes it--so he won't argue that at all, instead sinking back against the pillows. He tried to eat, but he thinks he's about hit his limit. He managed a fair portion of it, though, so he glances at her almost anxiously through his bangs.]

I...apologize, but I do not believe I'm capable of eating any more.

You did very well. [ And she'll take the tray so he can snuggle down under the blanket properly. ] Managing to eat something at all is already progress, and you honestly managed more than I expected.

[ What a good son. ]

[Oh... phew. He slumps into the pillows and under the blankets then, sincerely relieved that he didn't disappoint her. He's new to this "getting taken care of" business, he doesn't want her to think he's not trying hard.]

... I see. Then... I'm satisfied with that as well.

[And a little embarrassed by the praise, if the way he's ducking his head a bit is any indication.]

I may have worded it like a mission, but the important thing here is not to push yourself. Your body's already been through a lot.

[ And she'll give in to the urge to brush his bangs away from his forehead. ]

[Mrmrmrmrrr.... He doesn't look all too happy at her words (he's not sure how to not push himself, and he's not happy that he's not feeling well) but he leans into her touch despite himself, eyes fluttering half shut.

And then.

A few moments later.

He catches himself, jerking away a little. WHOOPS. Got a little sentimental there.]

It's all right. Try and get some more rest, okay?

[ Her hand won't be going anywhere, whoops. ]

Mm......I will.

[He can't really argue that. And...with Otome's hand where it is, not moving, he just...settles.

If she insists, then...

It's comfortable like this. And he's happy.]

[ She does insist! Gently, but insistent nonetheless, because Leon is family, and the last thing she wants is to see her family ill and miserable. She'll wait until he's asleep to clean up some of this, but for now, she's just going to keep lightly stroking his hair.

And thankfully not humming because she's tone-deaf. ]

[It won't take him long to pass out again, at least, especially with the comfort of her stroking his hair, and he'll sleep for a good few hours--which means when he drags himself awake again blearily, he drags the blanket with him around his shoulders when he goes out to see if she's in the living room. With his hair rumpled and the blanket around his shoulders and the general sleepy cast to his expression, he looks very much like a kid.

Thankfully, he still won't act like one--and equally thankfully, he sounds better when he speaks.]

Otome..? I seem to be feeling somewhat steadier. [HE'S STATUS REPORTING.]

[ Otome will look up from her spot on the couch, where she's been working on lesson plans for the last hour or so. A quick once-over and she nods, both relieved and satisfied.

Good, he looks less ghoulish. ]

You're already looking a little better, too. Do you want to sit down?

... Please.

[He'll at least be polite about it, settling himself quietly on the couch. After living with her for this long, he finally seems a little less tentative about remaining in the shared living spaces together.

Progress!]

Thank you.

It's no trouble. You're still going to want to take it easy for the rest of the day, and you'll likely feel some achiness tomorrow.

[ From all the sleeping. ]

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