[not again] catchall for beau

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[ beau's hand is very, very hot. like feverishly hot! it's probably fine. ]

I had this vision of just like, you covered in kittens? And you're already cute as it is, so I can't imagine how much cuter you're gonna I get that image.

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[flayn got off lucky - she just smells like roses.

but the heat of beau's skin is concerning. flayn doesn't let go, but she does look up at her, concerned. kittens are adorable and she's excited to go meet a bunch of them, but--]

...Beau... you are very warm. [...] You have not taken ill, have you?

what the goddamn hell was i trying to type there

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[ beau blinks. ]

-- Oh. No? I don't think so. [ she looks down at their hands. ] I've been hot all week. I think it's just the camp screwing me over. I'm okay.

Unless I've had a fever for like, two straight days, which I guess is not, uh. Out of the question.

it took me like three rereads to realize anything was wrong. my brain autocorrected it

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...if you are sure.

[she... looks concerned, though.]

If you experience any other symptoms, please... tell someone immediately. Do not leave it too late.

this is what happens when i get distracted by gusch

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[ aw, flayn. ]

I will. [ she squeezes flayn's hand. ] It'd be so fucking lame if I went out because I didn't treat a wound or something. I'm gonna go down fighting, promise.

fair tbh

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...

[she squeezes beau's hand back]

...I would prefer that you did not go down at all.

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[ ahh... ]

I'm gonna try my best not to. [ beau says, softer. ] I gotta look out for all of you. Can't do that half as well if I'm dead.

[ she links their fingers together. ] Don't worry too much, okay?

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[that's a little better. flayn breathes out a small sigh of relief as beau links their fingers together and nods.]

I will try not to.

[she can't guarantee that she won't worry, though.



anyway.]

Ah... so, you said something about kittens?

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[ well!! she will swing their hands back and forth a little as they walk. ]

I did, yeah. We should grab some food before we go, though, so they don't try to eat your fingers. [ she tugs flayn along. ] A vicious duck tried to eat my shirt the other day.

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[onward they go to find some kitten snacks!]

A tortoise tried to eat my dress before. It was quite funny! [hmm... as for the cats, though...] Perhaps we could catch them a fish? ...or I suppose it might be simpler to see if there is any fish already prepared in the kitchen.

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[ she looks completely amused by this. ]

You really like fishing, huh? Is it because you like the taste of fish, or what? [ she saw shadows just hand flayn a whole-ass fish the other day. ]

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I have good memories of fishing with my parents.

[she smiles]

...it is a good way to relax, too. It can be very peaceful.

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I've never been. [ a pause. ] What if we went fishing instead? Would you be okay with that?

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That would be a lot of fun! And if we caught something delicious, perhaps I could cook it for you! I have become much better at cooking as of late.

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[ she laughs. ] Me too, actually. I've been cooking for Phoenix because he burns toast every fucking time he's in the kitchen.

I'd love to taste whatever you cooked for me, too. Let's do fishing, then.

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Onward!

[she's.

really excited by the idea of the fishing. giving beau's hand a little squeeze, she picks up the pace just a little so she can lead her to the lake and go find some fishing rods and so on!!]

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[ once they're set up - which probably takes a hot minute because beau has never fished before and has no idea how to use a rod - beau settles close. she has no personal boundaries, which is why she's bumping shoulders with flayn. ]

I guess it's just a waiting game, now.

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[flayn seems perfectly comfortable with this, bumping shoulders with beau in return as she watches the line for the sign that a fish might be nibbling at their bait]

Yes. It is important to stay very, very still so that we do not scare them off.

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Can do. [ she has no problems with this. ]

We can still talk though, right?

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Certainly - as long as we do not shout and startle them.

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... Will you tell me about your home, more? I liked hearing about it before.

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Of course.

[her expression gentles; that's an easy enough topic. she loves her homeland.]

...is there anything in particular you would like to hear about?

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Yeah. Do you have any big festivals or celebrations you do that you like?

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Hmm, well...

[she hums, thinking about it, and then nods.]

My birthday falls on the same day as Saint Cethleann Day — there are festivals throughout Fódlan, and it is much livelier at the monastery then. There are usually activities of some kind in town...

Ah, and then a few weeks after that is the Goddess' Rite of Rebirth. People come from all over Fódlan to celebrate when the Blue Sea Star reappears in the sky.

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The Blue Sea Star? [ she tilts her head. ] What's the Rite of Rebirth? Is it just like hoping she comes back?