"Your brother left again last night," Mustadio tells Ramza, shaking him awake. "It concerned me."
"He does that," Ramza mumbles, pushing away Mustadio's hand. "It is too early to consider such matters. Let me rest."
"It does not bother you?" Mustadio asks, not at all perturbed by being rejected for physical contact. Ramza in the morning is a whole different beast, best left alone. As a mercenary, he decides his own schedule, and so a late morning doesn't hurt him or his work.
"D'es it bother you when the cat goes out to hunt?" Ramza asks, already halfway back into his dream. "Alma may do whatever he pleases. He's of age, and Altima will protect him if it comes down to it. For the love of all unholy, let me rest, 'Stadio."
Mustadio sighs, but leaves it. If Ramza is not worried, then there's no reason for him to be concerned. He leaves their small room, the room they've shared ever since leaving Ivalice, and heads down the steep wooden stairs to the room that Ramza has dubbed 'the hall', despite it being neither grand in size nor opulently decorated. It is comfortable, warm, and undoubtedly theirs, built to accommodate the two of them, Alma, and Alma's cat Teetee.
Mustadio immediately reaches for the pistol at his side (ever since Ramza was declared a heretic he's carried one, immediately strapped to himself the moment he wakes, and resting by his bed at night). There is nothing obviously wrong, and so he latches the door shut, only surveying the room thoroughly once he has the safety of the latched door behind him.
There's a previously-not-there heap in what they've dubbed Alma's nest, a bundle of blankets and pillows close to the hearth where Alma has taken to spend most of his nights as opposed to his own room upstairs.
He steps closer, gun still at the ready and safety off. The heap has a face, and a familiar one at that, and with a relieved sigh Mustadio flicks the safety back on and stows the gun into its holster.
It's Alma, asleep, or perhaps unconscious, but clearly Alma. There is blood smeared around his mouth again, which suggests that the odd spirit that's stuck around Alma since their fight against Altima has once again possessed his lover's brother's body.
"Oh, Alma," Mustadio says, crouching down and surveying him. Some of the blood still appears to be fresh. "One of these days, my concern for you will lead to my early demise."
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