Week 2, Saturday Post-Trial - Akechi

[fragileprophet]

[Ion is in his room. Fair enough--his partner is in the dungeon, so there's nobody to bother him here. Of course, Ion being Ion, even at the height of what feels like his whole world crumbling inside of him, he still tries to put on a pleasant air whenever he hears a knock at the door.]

Come in!

[But he's sitting on Sandalphon's side of the bed, his back to the door, staring at nothing.]

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[fragileprophet]

[Being honest to the mod character. Risky move. Still, the somewhat less personal topic makes Ion relax again.]

I'm glad, as well. I think I might have died if he hadn't found me so quickly...I really went overboard that night with my healing and lost a lot of blood.

[And, of course, said nothing about it to anyone.]

I think from now on, you'll be picking up much more momentum. The first is always the hardest, isn't it?

[doublecrows]

[A RISKY MOVE I KNOW]

Of course you did. If you heal someone else, make sure you see El-Melloi afterwards. [:/!!] I was going to suggest you tend to Shirasu-san's injuries, if you could.

[he promised both Belph and Shirasu he'd ask, so. here he is! asking]

[and, speaking of objectives, he still promised to help Fane with his. right?]

There's one other thing I'd like to tell you, since I'm here.

[fragileprophet]

Oh--okay! I'd love to! Of course!

[Waver literally told Ion to just come to him directly instead of healing anyone anymore but, uh, sorry. Waver. Sorry. This is Ion.]

What is it?

[doublecrows]

[ION PLEASE. . .]

During my last meeting with the Crafters, after I successfully escaped execution, I learned that this "war" may be. . .

. . . a lover's spat.

[THIS IS FANE'S FALSE RUMOR]

[fragileprophet]

[I'm.

Ion goes quiet.]

What? Really?

[He looks so confused.]

[doublecrows]

[c:]

Really. I don't know the details, but during my conversations with them, they seemed to allude to a certain past romantic history.

[fragileprophet]

[Hm. A lot of different of perplexed emotions pass quickly over Ion's features, ultimately settling on embarrassment. Red faced, he puts a hand against his cheek.]

Well, that's...I'm sure that's a private matter! But if they're, ah, having some trouble...perhaps they can be encouraged to reconcile?

[doublecrows]

I had a similar thought. But as you can imagine, I'm not well-practiced in the art of. . . couple's counseling.

Do you know someone who might be?

[fragileprophet]

Um...

[HE REALLY DOESN'T. But he wants to help, so he's trying to think.]

Maybe...Lady Rapunzel?

[doublecrows]

Maybe. . .

Would you mind talking to her for me?