07-30-2018, 06:46 AM
[size=9pt]It was as ironic as it was sad to get sick as a Cleric. Or, an ex-Cleric, though it didn't feel like it. Moon spotted the group from afar, Rin with her facemask, and instantly knew what was up-- no way was Rin just super into Korean fashion, suddenly. She's sick; it's obvious. And what asshole are they, the Medic team, for not checking up on her? For not knowing she'd been sick. Moon's frowning when he approaches.
"So I guess retirement isn't treating you well." Says the young Lion, golden eyes kind as he makes reference to the comment he'd made when Rin had stepped down. Maybe he'd jinxed her. He settles for a moment to slip his makeshift carrier from his neck and root through it for a moment. "Right, Rin, pick your poison." He lays the herbs out before her. Daisy leaf, because the femme wasn't looking so light in her step and if her body was aching like he thought it was, it would at least help. Feverfew, for general grogginess and headaches, and Lambsear for the strength Rin so obviously needed. Most of this was just speculation, but if she chose to take them, his suspicions would be proven.
"So I guess retirement isn't treating you well." Says the young Lion, golden eyes kind as he makes reference to the comment he'd made when Rin had stepped down. Maybe he'd jinxed her. He settles for a moment to slip his makeshift carrier from his neck and root through it for a moment. "Right, Rin, pick your poison." He lays the herbs out before her. Daisy leaf, because the femme wasn't looking so light in her step and if her body was aching like he thought it was, it would at least help. Feverfew, for general grogginess and headaches, and Lambsear for the strength Rin so obviously needed. Most of this was just speculation, but if she chose to take them, his suspicions would be proven.
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