Pausing his steps, he fixes his gaze on his comrade, as she approaches to his side. His cheeks are filled in red, with a pale complexion.
❝ Ah Lal. Good to see you are well. As for myself, I’ll be fine. ❞
After a moment, he notices the slip up in his wording, but must admit, that any one of the Arcobaleno would take notice, especially Reborn. He knows that he’s not feeling well at all, yet he doesn’t wish to worry anyone.
⊰ ————— { ♚ }
—— ;; Seeing him up close now she could tell he wasn’t his best.
Skin paler then usual and cheeks filled in red. Yep, there was no
doubt about it. The martial artist was sick.
“ I would say the same to you. But I’d be wrong.”
She stated as she took a more detailed glance over. He looked as
if she could just lightly shove him and he’d fall. Which wasn’t the
best sign for him — ever. Not that she was calling herself a gorilla
in strength or anything.
“ Fon, ”
Lal pauses her words, to think over what to say. She really didn’t
want to call him a liar, but he was obviously trying not to worry
anyone with it. Like she would. But it didn’t stop her from doing
just that – worrying about him.
“ It’s obvious you aren’t well.
I think you need to sit down and rest. If need
be, I’m willing to keep you company ”.