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Hiiiiii.

[Lien waves cheerfully a standing and stark opposite of Ai. She lifts up the two full grocery bags.]

I come bearing gifts! Or groceries. Same thing.

[She steps in to set the bags down including her backpack.]

Got a feeling that Ai's under the weather so I decided to drop by. Will she let me help you out?

[Of course she could ask for his help directly, but Lien understands that he defers to his Master first.]

[ A quick glance inside the bag confirms the presence of food and necessities, and Diarmuid hefts both of them easily in one hand, stepping away from the door to let Lien in. ]

I don't think she would refuse, no.

[ She's in no condition to contest, is also his assessment; she's ill, which is to some extent, his fault, and he has a feeling she doesn't have enough energy to fight Lien off. ]

If you would like to speak with her, she's in her room, though I can't say to what extent she'll be able to converse.

[Lien walks in, taking a look around the house. It's comforting and the interior has much more character than her apartment.

When she walks into the hallway, she walks past Ai's bedroom where the door is slightly ajar. She bends backwards to take a peek inside. Right now, Ai's eyes were closed and she's covered up with a heavy quilt. Lien lets out a low whistle and straightens herself up before replying to Diarmuid.]

Let's make something she can eat and then I'll talk to her. I've seen this kind of thing from her before. She needs her space so we might as well use some time and whip up something tasty!

[ The prompting is hardly necessary, since there's only one thing to do with all this food and all this time to cook it. Putting the bags on the counter, Diarmuid rifles through it to take out a few things that he's familiar with: leeks, potatoes, mostly ingredients that aren't too specifically Japanese. ]

...Does she fall ill often?

[ He asks with a bit of somberness, which Lien might be able to detect. ]

[She takes out a bag of rice pouring out a small portion into a pot she unearthed in the kitchen. Rinsing begins under the sink and over the sound of the water, she answers Diarmuid.]

It's not a common thing, if that's what you're worried about. But it does happen when she stresses herself out too much.

I see. [ Ah. That's somehow a bit worse, that he's stressed her out this much, to the point where she'd get sick...

...but there's no use in moping, and despite the fact that he has considerably less levity to spare momentarily, the way he cooks is surprisingly efficient. Ingredients are chopped in record time, sorted in neat piles. ]

...Is the Child of Light not here with you today?

[As if sensing the slightly more serious atmosphere, Lien reacts accordingly and doesn't take the opportunity to quip about his skills. She just takes note of them and starts to cook the rice porridge on the stove.]

I sent him out to patrol the city to see if there are any other Masters or Servants, particularly near major leylines. He doesn't need to be around when I come with the intention of being a responsible sibling.

[~~HAHAHAH carry on~~]

[ At the very least, that prompts a laugh; Ireland's Child of Light should always be freespirited, he thinks. ]

Then we have nothing to worry about on that front.

[ The funny thing is that he believes that wholeheartedly, despite the fact that Cu is supposed to be an enemy. Respect where it's due. ]

In all honesty, I'm thankful that you came.

Hm?

[She's tending to the pot and she looks up at him when he makes that remark.]

That so?

I suspect that what she needs right now is someone familiar to her. Not a Servant.

[ His eyes flick over to Lien, fixes her with alarming sincerity. ]

[Man, this guy and his pure sincerity. She sighs, but smiles, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.]

Well, like I said. I'm used to this happening. My sister's got a heart that's too open at times.

[Lien busies herself by getting a kettle of water on the stove, to make tea that would fight Ai's cold.]

Is it bad of me to ask what might have upset her?

[ In any other situation, he would exercise more discretion. Revealing one's hand, or speaking on behalf of his Master, is something he holds his tongue on more often than not— but circumstances are different, and he feels like this is one battle he's not meant to fight.

He shakes his head to indicate that no, it's not bad of her, as he throws in some water to simmer and slowly adds the broth. ]

She saw my past.

[ He has a feeling that Lien doesn't know much about his story, but he doesn't elaborate. ] Suffice it to say that she didn't find it too savory.

[She pauses as she takes out two tins of tea to compare.

Huh. Ai dreamed, just like her. It must be a twin thing.]

Hm. Well, I won't ask you about your past, but I'm not sure what she could be upset about unless you did something really bad.

[A beat.]

Or rather, if something bad happened TO you. A pretty big difference there.

Heroic Spirits rarely meet pretty ends.

[ He states, rather simply, in lieu of saying what exactly happened; he doesn't intend to win sympathy, because he doesn't think he particularly warrants any.

Setting the pot to simmer, he puts the lid on and turns the heat down, contenting himself with washing his hands. ]

I would prefer that she didn't trouble herself for my sake— her compassion is better spent on others.

Well... [She can deduce for herself about what Ai must have seen in her dream.]

To be fair, seeing someone die so clearly would ruin anyone's day. Still, I'm sure even she was aware of that. Something else could be grinding her gears.

[Lien props herself up so she's sitting on the edge of the counter, dangling her legs. When he mentions Ai's compassion, Lien exhales softly.]

... It would be easier to treat Servants as our tools wouldn't it?? Guess we're both incapable of doing that though... [It sounds as if she's saying this to herself even if he can hear it. She tilts her head and shakes it, clucking her tongue.]

Wow. Way too much twin-ing right there.

[ "Both". He can hazard a guess as to what she means by that, and how things between Cu and Lien might be. ]

Have you seen any of the Light of Ulster's past?

[ Changing gears to shift the topic— a little bit of subtle fanboying might be happening, not that it's not painfully obvious thanks to the copious use of those illustrious titles. ]

Huh? Oh yeah, totally.

He strangled a dog.

[ He looks bemused, and then slightly taken aback... ]

[ ...before he breathes a laugh, one that lingers for a while as he opens the lid of his pot and stirs the contents. ]

Are you always so forthright?

[ A light tease, the first real smile he's shown since she's gotten here. ]

[Aw, how nice she was able to lighten the mood; and she thinks this sincerely too because the last thing Ai needs is lingering broodiness. The worst kind of brooding.]

Forthright, audacious, insufferable; all three work! That or I'm allergic to constant seriousness.

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That would be troublesome; I'll refrain from ill humor, then. I couldn't handle two sick individuals in one sitting.

[ The "Shining Face" returns a bit to form, and he takes the spoon he was stirring with and transfers a bit of the contents of the pot to a small plate to hold it out for Lien. ]

—Though I'll ask this of you. How does it taste? There's no poison.

Don't worry, I'll know when I keel over.

[See Cu, this is what your Master meant when this guy was too much... She takes the serving he offers to her to taste test.]

... Wow! That's pretty good!

[irish heroic spirits who can cook, what a life]

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[ Her assessment garners another smile as he takes the plate from her to wash it. ]

If hunting were still common practice, I could catch our own game...

[ Another soft chuckle. ]

...Though I doubt that would go over well.

Too bad we don't live in an area that still allows that then! I think it'd be fun and it's not like hunting is completely dead.

[Anyways, she's prepared the tea and ladling two servings into two different bowls.

And then, she goes to her backpack to retrieve a bottle full of an eerie red sauce. Lien then proceeds to squeeze what could only be described as an unsafe amount into one of the bowls, turning the white porridge into a bright red.]

Alright! This should do.

[ Well, that's... ok, he's not sure if he should ask, maybe it's a Vietnamese thing...? The modern age is full of wonders...

She might be able to tell that he's looking dubiously at the red sauce, before he pulls himself back together to put a bit of stew onto a plate. ]

I'd be indebted to you if you could bring this to her. I'll wait here.

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