[ to Gale: ] You busy? :o Dylas is sick again and my friend Leia's there taking care of him now.. you think you can help her out? It's just as bad as before ^^;
“…”
Barely conscious still, Gale blankly stared at his phone, making sense of the message he was reading now. Instead of being overjoyed he was contacted by Frey, it had to opposite the results. It was just a favor. A favor very similar to one from before– and that particular incident could have gone better. He couldn’t say no. Not to her, at least. That, and it felt like it was his responsibility to lend help to the poor, unfortunate Dylas.
He should have known better.
Rolling flat on his stomach. he buried himself under his comforters, not wanting to rise from his bed yet. He would do it, he decided. But perhaps from this small favor, he can do himself some good…
[ to Little Bird: ] I shall do what I can.
[ to Little Bird: ] With but a small catch..?
His eyes fall on the 20 inch stuffed cat that sat on a lone chair just beside his bed. He had won it from the Goddess Festival after a lucky game of darts. A bird would have been preferably, but alas, they had none. The chance to give it to Frey had gone and pass, too. So now, it sat there, keeping him company all this time. He had tickets to somewhere, too. Four of them..
[ to Little Bird: ] Accompany me somewhere?
[ to Little Bird: ] It doesn’t have to be for long.