[He feels very disapproving, you just don’t know it!!
Alright, they’ve managed a half-seated position, but Rion’s strength looks more than just a little lacking. He’s about to suggest that they stand slowly and walk, when his LED flickers and he instead tries to verify if she can even walk at all.]
Do you think you can walk? Do you need me to carry you somewhere?
[ Her legs can probably carry their own weight. But the actual problem is that the movement that requires will bring on the dizziness and she won't actually accomplish much at all. ]
... The baths.
[ She can't go back to bed after all of this. Not until she's clean, dammit. ]
[Then they’re not going to risk Rion just wobbling on her own legs and potentially falling, only to hurt herself worse. Connor makes the executive decision, then, to scoop her up if she’s keen on allowing it; when he stands, he’ll be carrying her bridal style.
[As each day passes, Connor is starting to feel more and more like a caretaker android. In some ways, he doesn’t feel qualified at all where’s Markus when you need him, but stubbornness overrides all of this. The willingness to help, to be useful to those he might label his friends, and the adherence to the fact that he’s a learning machine and will puzzle out the best way to deal with an influx of sick humans.
Besides, carrying Rion to the bathhouse? He can manage that. Straightforward enough.]
All right. But if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to tell me.
[Off they go, then, his step steady.]
Though you should’ve asked for help long before now, Rion.
[He'll not forget how Kou helped him escape the Storm for the last time. How the both of them aided Connor when there was that minuscule fear of shutting down permanently.
Not that he would describe it as such.]
Don't tell me he's teleporting out and about the temple?
Then I will definitely make a note to aid him next if at all possible.
[You know, if he can locate someone who keeps teleporting all around the temple.
At any rate, here they are; the humidity of the bathhouse is thick, but maybe a little welcome to someone who might be sick and congested. He stands at its entrance, debating on what needs to be done next, and figures the easiest way of knowing is to ask her.]
Of course. Anything I can do to help, Rion. Don't ever hesitate to call on me.
[He offers a smile that can only be read as sincere. There's never a time when helping people, and thus feeling useful and needed, will not provide Connor with content satisfaction.
He turns to leave after a lingering moment of making absolutely sure she seems fine.]
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Alright, they’ve managed a half-seated position, but Rion’s strength looks more than just a little lacking. He’s about to suggest that they stand slowly and walk, when his LED flickers and he instead tries to verify if she can even walk at all.]
Do you think you can walk? Do you need me to carry you somewhere?
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... The baths.
[ She can't go back to bed after all of this. Not until she's clean, dammit. ]
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A brow raise, tinged with obvious concern.]
You wouldn’t rather just lie down for now?
[In a bed. Not on the floor.]
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[ she's been doing that way too much. Evidenced by the fact that she's not even protesting when he scoops her up. ]
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where’s Markus when you need him, but stubbornness overrides all of this. The willingness to help, to be useful to those he might label his friends, and the adherence to the fact that he’s a learning machine and will puzzle out the best way to deal with an influx of sick humans.Besides, carrying Rion to the bathhouse? He can manage that. Straightforward enough.]
All right. But if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to tell me.
[Off they go, then, his step steady.]
Though you should’ve asked for help long before now, Rion.
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[ She hasn't been conscious long enough to ask for help!! ]
And Kou-kun's been with me anyway.
[ But... just as miserable, so it's hard to say whether that's reassuring or not. ]
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Looking for possible fallacies in this logic...]
And how is he feeling?
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[ It's not a lie. ]
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"Okay-ish" doesn't sound like he's in much better shape than you.
[They're getting closer to the bathhouse now, easily sensed by how the air hangs heavier with humidity.]
Do I need to assist him next after we have you sorted out?
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[ ah. They're close, aren't they? ]
But he's got a bit of a teleportation issue going on.
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[He'll not forget how Kou helped him escape the Storm for the last time. How the both of them aided Connor when there was that minuscule fear of shutting down permanently.
Not that he would describe it as such.]
Don't tell me he's teleporting out and about the temple?
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[ The second reason why Rion has no energy: that. ]
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[You know, if he can locate someone who keeps teleporting all around the temple.
At any rate, here they are; the humidity of the bathhouse is thick, but maybe a little welcome to someone who might be sick and congested. He stands at its entrance, debating on what needs to be done next, and figures the easiest way of knowing is to ask her.]
What would you like me to do now?
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[ dryly. ]
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[Disapproving. Look.]
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[ is that better? ]
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...
[His LED blinks, and he hasn't set her down yet.]
If there's a risk of you drowning, maybe we should just go back for now. In fact, I think that would be prudent.
[THIS IS CONNOR TURNING AROUND RN]
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[ what a lovely, wheezing protest. ]
I wasn't being serious!!
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How confident are you that you will not drown if I leave you in the bathhouse?
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I promise to get out if I even start feeling dizzy.
[ But she's gross! And sweaty! And she hates it. ]
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[Stipulations. Mom.exe]
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[He pauses for a half-second, seeming to consider it, then turns back around. He's acquiesced, apparently.]
But as long as you promise it, then I see no issue for now.
[Eventually, he'll even set her down close to where she can find a small room to change out of sweaty clothes/prepare/what-have-you.]
Do you need anything else for me from me for now?
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[ And once she's steady (enough), she'll smile tiredly at him. ]
Thanks a bunch, Connor. You're a lifesaver.
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[He offers a smile that can only be read as sincere. There's never a time when helping people, and thus feeling useful and needed, will not provide Connor with content satisfaction.
He turns to leave after a lingering moment of making absolutely sure she seems fine.]
And be careful.