Luca often went a while without sleep as well, although he considered his reason a good one. Even if he didnt have to deal with the same nightmares that had been tormenting him for centuries, he had reasons for being awake when he was supposed to be sleeping. He was nocturnal by nature, with dulled senses during the day and a constant fatigue that followed him, but there was just so much more going on during the day. Most of his clanmates were diurnal, so he often tried to match his schedules with them despite the blow it delivered to his health. Recently he has been taking a lot of naps though, so he was doing a little better than usual. Still, his movement was slow as he made his way through the territory of the typhoon, trying to adjust to his old corrupted body. He hadn't been expecting to come across anyone, much less someone passed out. As soon as he caught sight of Kirishima he found his pace quickening, paws carrying him semi-urgently towards his crewmate. "Hey, this guy probably needs a medic," he called out halfheartedly once he grew close enough, reaching out a paw to give the feline a bit of a prod.

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Rosemary has begun to think that she's developing a sixth sense when it comes to knowing when and where people need her assistance - possibly a magical adaptation with her strong clairvoyance abilities, she supposes. The ocelot steps quickly through the sand, her satchel clinging with random clanks from the tins within. "Well, anyone that passes out randomly could use a medical checkup - which reminds me, Cleo, do you need me to look over anything from your... capture?" she asks, her eyes drifting to look at Cleo with concern. She hates that she did nothing to help her two nieces, but, in all honesty, she thought she had her paws full with keeping the crew healed. She blamed Pincher and Caesar and Argus more than anything else; all three had far more combat experience than herself, and their job descriptions weren't confined to healing.

But she couldn't think about that now; Kirishima demands her attention. Sitting down beside the fallen pirate, next to Luca, she takes off her satchel and sets it aside for the moment.

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Even as Cleo came forwards to tell Luca that Kirishima was fine, the hellhound couldn't find himself entirely convinced. After all, people didn't usually just collapse like that. The only time he'd seen people just fall over and pass out was after intense physical labour (like when he was forced to work in the church) or after he'd drugged them with something nasty. He hummed and turned to Cleo, offering her a noncommittal shrug. Honestly, he didn't really care that much. He only called for a medic out of whatever basic decency remained in his body.

His attitude didn't change as Rosemary appeared, although his posture did straighten a little. He offered her a soft smile before the semi-apathetic mask returned, leaving on the slightest quirk of his lips as he looked back down at the fatigued feline at his paws. He seemed to be stirring, and Luca watched with curiosity as he awoke. Sleep deprivation, that sure was a nasty one. He had to deal with it a lot when he eas younger, before he gave in and accepted the nightmares an inevitable. "Sleep deprivation is just as bad for you as sickness," he said, a hint of amusement lacing his soft words. "You should seek help for that, or something. Before ya kidneys fail."

She moved backwards slightly as his jaws parted for a wide yawn, instinctively giving him space to breath and not spread any germs in her vicinity. Glancing at Luca, she nodded in agreement, her shoulder brushing against his as she held her slightly shifted posture. "Sleep deprivation is quite serious. If you need, I can recommend a few herbal teas to help with insomnia," she said with a slight nod, her forked tail flicking behind her.

"Though I don't think you'd need to worry about your kidneys failing," she added, glancing at Luca with an amused gleam in her eyes.

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