If you are still taking ask requests...sick scions with a healer wol taking care of them?
ofcccccc. I love this. <3 These poor cuties.
(SFW)
FFXIV HEADCANONS: The Scions are Sick with a Healer!WoL Taking Care of Them:
When he met you all those years ago, he never expected you to become the bedside kind of healer.
Heâs an amazing patient because he has an absurdly high pain tolerance. He can swallow any gross tincture or medication you give himâŠ
(And he has the poker face to match.)
But heâs also a terrible patient because he keeps trying to push himself before heâs ready.
He insists heâs fine. Heâll walk it off.
But usually, it only takes one or two sharp remarks from you to get him back into bed.
Like Thancred, he has an impressive pain tolerance and continuously insists heâs fine.
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Except he will absolutely attempt to escape when you leave the room.
He scoffs when you try to do caring things, like put a wet cloth on his head or give him extra blankets.
Complains about âall the fussingâ over him.
Heâs no weakling, and no flu is going to take him out.
He wants to be left alone. Surely you have better things to do.
He seems to handle injuries well in battle.
But nausea? Absolutely not.
He keeps trying to read while bedridden, but he canât focus with the pounding headache.
He thanks you excessively whenever you bring him food, water, or fresh pajamas.
He uses this time to talk with you, to truly get you to open up and share your stories.
Heâd ignore a migraine just to hear you talk.
Being cared for like a child by your own hero is a little embarrassing, though⊠even if heâs secretly enjoying every second of it.
âRest assured, I myself have taken up the art of healing. Thou needst not slave over my bedside.â
He says this right before fainting.
He attempts to hide every symptom he has and fails miserably.
As if being cared for presents some sort of philosophical crisis.
Or, alternatively, he swings the complete opposite direction and dramatically exaggerates every little thing.
You suppose he simply wants to discover how many different ways he can say âI feel like shitâ using his excessive vocabulary and colorful prose.
Youâve never had to stop a patient from reading before.
An absolute little bitch in the face of nausea.
âSurely the Warrior of Light has other things to attend to.â
She says this while fully relaxing into the warmth of your healing spells.
Sheâs intelligent enough to know when to take an excuse to rest.
If she can walk, however, she will absolutely get up every three bells to make her own tea.
She already has the tinctures you were going to recommend prepared.
You know you would die if you told the world that sick Yâshtola cocoons herself under three blankets when sheâs unwell.
Or that her face finally looks so soft and unguarded when she falls into a deep sleep.
âWell, if itâs my turn to relaxâŠâ
The Warrior of Light taking care of her? She will never let you live this down.
Has absolutely no complaints about staying in bed all day.
Hates the way you make tea. Thereâs a reason sheâs been in charge of tea for all these years.
A little bit of a drama queen when it comes to pain.
Always the last person to admit she isnât feeling well.
Itâs her job to heal, isnât it?
But at the end of the day, she isnât one to complain about taking breaks if no one around her is hurt.
She directs you around the medicine cabinets like you havenât lived in the Rising Stones for years.
She keeps asking what spells youâre using.
You shush her because her voice sounds like straight sandpaper.
Youâve never met a patient who could be so stubborn while also being such a pain in the ass.
She can take some serious hits.
But a stomach ache? Some chills? Dizziness? Nuh uh.
That isnât to say she wouldnât power through if it were life-threatening.
Sheâs going to become incredibly restless during bed rest.
She gets irritated and keeps telling you to leave.
And youâre not leaving.
It is preposterous that you think he would be sick.
Okay, fine. Maybe a little sick.
But certainly not sick enough to justify using magic over.
Okay. Very sick. Hand him the wastebin. Heâll be a good patient now.
He feels like he doesnât deserve your care.
Every spell, tonic, soup, and cold compress leaves a little more guilt sitting heavily in his stomach.
Shouldnât he be the one watching over you?
