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[His face scrunches up at the volume before he turns his head to look at the wall.]

I've been through worse, but this is a close second. Better?

[He hates this? Hates needing the help?? But just like with the Dark Armor, he put himself in this situation, so he really has no one to blame but himself.]

That's - that's bad. That's really bad then.

[ But he's got the tea ready so he comes over with a cup. ]

Yeah. [Draxum dully agrees.] All the more reason to accept the loss, and not try this again.

[Hearing Hunter's footsteps, though, Draxum looks back over to him. He needs to be upright to drink the tea, so he attempts to sit up, but from the set of his jaw, tightly clenched against the pain, it's clear he's not going to be able to do it without help.]

[ Hunter looks at Draxum, too weak to drink tea on his own, and feels his own wobbliness ... yeah. No way they can do this again.

He brings the cup over instinctively and holds it up for Draxum. ]

Well - take it slow, sir. I've got the cup.

[This is humiliating. He never wanted to be in this position again, and yet here he is. For a moment it looks like his pride might get the better of him, and he'll refuse if he can't take the cup on his own.

But then something in his expression cracks, and he drinks. It's not until he finishes the cup that he speaks again.]

You remind me of him, in some ways; in other ways, not at all. But your heart is similar.

[ Hunter hovers close, trying not to baby Draxum, but watchful of that cup and Draxum's state. He seems VERY experienced with tending to someone ill. ]

Who?

My son. [Right, that doesn't narrow it down, does it.] Michelangelo.

[This is easier to say if he doesn't look at Hunter, so Draxum turns his gaze towards the 'roof' of this little tree hut instead.]

He looked after me when I was at my lowest, like you are now. We'd last met as enemies, so he shouldn't have. [His eyes flit back to Hunter's face.] You know you shouldn't be doing this either, right?

[ Michelangelo, huh. That seems like high praise.

Hunter considers that comment for a moment, looking over Draxum. ]

Why shouldn't I?

For all my precautions, I still put his life before yours. Just because you offered doesn't mean I didn't take advantage of you.

[ Well that's. Something to unpack all right. He can appreciate Draxum's bluntness at least. ]

Why do you think I can't agree to these kinds of things?

[He thinks he knows the answer, along with what it says about him.]

I don't want to be what Belos was to you, Hunter. [He still leaned on him, though.] You don't need that in your life.

[Draxum likes Hunter enough that he can admit that. The kid deserves better.]

[ Hunter hitches his shoulders up as he tries to figure out how to phrase this. ]

But that's - sort of a good thing. You're like him, but you're NOT him. I know what the rules are, except you won't hurt me like he did.

[ His voice drops a bit. ]

It feels a little like I'm getting through to him, in a way.

...You'd still want that? After everything? I don't know the half of it, but even that seems too much.

[ Hunter twitches a bit. ]

I - I know, but - look. It just makes sense in my head, okay?

[ His voice cracks. ]

I loved him. It's okay that I loved him.

[He thinks about Michelangelo again, standing up for him to his father and brothers. Everything he'd done to them as enemies—he forgave it all so easily, and opened his heart as if they'd always been family from the start.]

You really are alike...

[Grunting, he attempts to turn over on his side. The tea's medicinal properties are kicking in, and while it's not a lot—the pain still makes his breath catch—it's enough for him to risk moving a limb again, if only to reach for a blanket.]

You're right. [Draxum can't claim to understand it, but it's hearts like theirs that saved him. He can't begrudge either of them that.] I apologize. That love of yours—it's a strength.

[If only Belos could have returned it.]

See that it's never tarnished.

[ Hunter continues to hover close just in case Draxum needs it. And bows his head. ]

... I'm trying. I think I've done pretty well so far.

Good.

[He's quiet for another long minute, just thinking. Whatever is on his mind, though, he doesn't seem keen on sharing this time.]

How are you feeling? If you're tired, you should rest.

[ Well. Hunter takes in a breath to ask about that? Decides better of it. Give the man a little privacy. ]

A little dizzy, sir. I think I should sit down somewhere.

[Well, that's not great. Draxum looks to the tea kettle.] Refill my cup first then, along with the one I gave you earlier. This tea is a mystic blend; the effects differ from individual to individual, based on their needs.

[It should help. Draxum's practically been living off the stuff since he began this project, so he knows from experience it helps with the dizziness and fatigue.]

[ Hunter nods, then, refilling Draxum's cup as instructed before making one for himself. He sniffs at it a bit? Looks over at Draxum, then back at the cup. ]

All right. I guess it can't hurt.

[The tea has a pungent, peppery smell. It might make him sneeze. Should Hunter drink it, though, its flavor and aroma will subtly adjust itself based on what his body needs. A hint of ginger, which combats his dizziness, combined with mint for both relaxation and energy.

Meanwhile, Draxum is again trying to sit up on his own, smh. His jaw is clenched tight like it hurts to move, but given he's managed to get partway there and is still at it, that first cup of tea must have done something.]

[ Hunter watches Draxum for a moment. Not poison, then - not that he thinks Draxum would poison him? But. Hunter does indeed drink it. It tastes nice? Gingery and minty ... His face never has a lot of color to it, but some returns as he swallows, at least. He feels a bit revived from the tea.

When he gets a chance, he offers his hand to Draxum to help him sit up the rest of the way. ]

That tea is nice.

[He keeps trying on his own for half a second, before giving in and accepting the hand. Hunter doesn't seem the type who'll belittle him for needing it later. Being able to drink his tea upright and by his own power ends up higher on his list of priorities.]

It's one of my... [huff] favorites, yes. Who says medicine... [huff] has to taste bad? Sure, when you suck at making it.

[Draxum exhales slowly, letting that fresh wave of pain sitting up brought with it ebb out as he catches his breath. As it dies down again, he reaches out to tug the second blanket free from his bedding and lazily tosses it over at Hunter. Only about half of it ends up hitting him, but he figures close enough.]

If you're cold.

[Previous attempts making a portal always wore Draxum out to the bone, and left him feeling lightheaded and chilled for hours. He's hoping the energy he gave the boy from that gem has mitigated that somewhat, but he regrets not thinking of offering it sooner.]

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[ Definitely not the type, no. Part of the reason being that Belos would have murdered him, literally, but also just his general authority respect in general. It simply will not occur to him.

Hunter sticks close, watching for - oh okay blanket. He can catch that and wrap it around himself. He DOES feel a little cold now that he thinks about it. ]

I - uh, I've never had medicine before.

[That gives Draxum pause.]

Are grimwalkers incapable of getting ill?

[The answer's probably there in that document he was reading, but he was skimming for the relevant parts before. He hasn't yet read it in full.]

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