COUPLE HITS THAN I SWAY // cleaning time/one-word prompt

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The sound of coughing catches the Ardent off-guard.  The thought of someone sick concerned the vulpine -- paws swiftly turning in the direction.

Gael paid few house-visits, though he kept note of who resided where in the event he should need someone.  Hazel optics blinked and narrowed in thought -- recognizing Dante's home, with the door ajar, as the point of origin.

"Dante? Do you nee- Ah."  Dust appeared to be the culprit of the coughing.  Good heavens -- Gael supposed this fell into the category of the suspected.  Dante did not seem the organized type.

Without another word, the Ardent pulled in the outside breeze, attempting to clear some of the dust without further irritation.  Heaven knew his lungs wouldn't appreciate it either -- the thought of an asthma attack particularly unappealing.

"Would you like a paw?"  Might as well.

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby