He got her there. Gale never had a perfect attendance for even a week in the circus. Even on good days, she can vaguely remember him skipping just so he can retreat to the forest or was too tired from a night of stargazing. That was where they were different– Frey liked and often prioritized work. Him? Work was just a necessity. His true passion lies in the night sky.
As he fed her, Frey spoke in between bites, the warm soup doing wonders to her hungry stomach. “I have to give myself a deadline, otherwise, I’m going to sulk forever, you know?” She understood where he was coming from, though. If a friend of hers was in her shoes, she would want the best for them. The sooner they rid themselves of what made them sad, the better. Of course, things took time, for some, longer than what she had given herself. But just because she wanted to be able to work as soon as possible didn’t meant she was ready to let go of everything just yet. She just wanted to function again. “Plus, its just about work. No worries, I still have a whooooole lot of heartache that needs a bit of curing. Make sure you’re prepared, doc!”
She hits him on the arm with her elbow as she jested and laughed lightly; she half-meant it when she said she’ll be relying on him to help her recover. His presence, while she couldn’t exactly explain why, calmed her trouble heart. If she could just kidnap and hug him for as long as it takes to make herself better again, she would. Even with his question, it was tempting to say yes– but as her laughter dies, she politely shakes her head. “No, I don’t want you to. You’re going to baby me too much and I don’t think I want to be too dependent on anyone… I mean, you did say I’m a bird, right? Birds learn how to fly on their own, and since I forgot, I just need to learn it all again!”
Instead of waiting for him to feed her again, she gives him a small smirk before taking the bowl downing the remainder of the soup down in one sitting. It felt incredibly warm as it ran through her throat, but by now, the heat was tolerable and comforting. She can already feel herself being full as the warmth reach her tummy.
“But I’ll tell you what–” She leans back and hands him the empty bowl. “–if I go against my word and still skip work next week, feel free to visit and give me a lecture! Goddess knows I’ll be needing one. Plus, I’m really liking this soup. And besides–”
Frey timidly mimics the same gesture he usually does and pokes him on the forehead, a small smile gracing her lips. “–I want to hang out with you even if you’re not taking care of me because i’m sick or whatever. As soon as i’m better, take me somewhere nice and fun, okay?”
...why was she laughing? Gale wanted to directly ask if she was losing it or if she really found it funny that she was hurt... perhaps she was a masochist? Ack, he’d rather not think about her that way and instead focused on the good. Was she serious when she said she’d be relying on him to ‘cure’ her? Whatever she had meant, whether it meant he had to make a thousand more chicken soup, he’ll do--
He had to admit, while he understands what she means by not wanting to rely too much on someone, he still felt disheartened when she said no to his offer to visit and care for her. How can he be a ‘doctor’ to her if he wasn’t there in her most vulnerable time? Still, he doesn’t want to force himself and his help on her, so he nods along. Hopefully, his tone didn’t sound too disappointed. “I understand. If... if you think that’s best.”
He was too distracted by her rejection that he failed to react at once when she took the bowl so suddenly and smiled so... mischievously. It took him a while to process what she was going to do, but as soon as she lifted the bowl up, it suddenly dawned on him. “D-don’t eat it like that, you’ll--” Ah, too late. She was already downing it all down as if it was just water. He prepared the glass of water instead she starts choking but thankfully by the end of her little stunt, she looked and seemed fine. Content, even.
This girl will be the death of me.
Gale looks at her disapprovingly, but fails to keep the act up as she seems to be in a better mood. Ah, whatever. If it works, why would he complain? At least he was given permission to check up on her should she fail to meet her deadline. Perhaps partake in helping her be ‘cured’?
Her light touch to his forehead sent waves of nostalgia as he was the one who usually did that to her when he... unknown to her, maybe, it was only when he felt...err... extra affectionate. When he’d be overwhelmed by his growing affection for her to the point he’d wish he was brave enough to actually sweep her off her feet and kiss her. Instead, he pokes her. And now, she did the same, summoning all shades of red on his face.
Where in the world was nice and fun?
For Gale, it was simple: anywhere with her did just the trick. But what about her? Surely, it wasn’t that simple. Her soft poke on his forehead lingered and he couldn’t find it in him to reply coherently. Instead, he nods and silently promises that he would do just that. This was a little too hard on him, not at all used to making plans like these. Somehow, it felt different. A good kind of different.
Gale could only let himself drown as he fully flusters up-- which he tries to hide by turning away, a hand stretched out across his face to cover it. Just earlier he was holding her so close, and now it was as if they were planning an actual d..d...date?
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