The storm guardian coughs into his sleeve, his throat, dry and burning. Swaying slightly with each step, only enough for a sharp person to notice, he tucks his scarf up more.
⊰ ————— { ♚ } —— ;; It was unlucky for the storm guardian that Lal was quite sharp when it came to other people. Well, at least when they were pushing themselves too much that is.
“ Fon, ”
There’s concern in her voice as she approaches him, looking him over before frowning slightly.
“ Is everything alright?”.
Better to ask, then just assume. Though even if he told her he was fine, she doubted she’d believe it.
