angela’s words, truly, make him feel considerably better, where his own attempts had come up short. he’d spent so much time mentally punishing himself for this inconvenience that the ‘ bright side ‘ of it all, which he had a horrible habit of completely avoiding, in most unfavorable cases, had completely been disregarded. indeed, his body had, at least, been so courteous that it had waited until his highness had recovered fully before shutting down. it would have done them no good if ignis, too, had fallen ill amidst his efforts to see to noct’s return to full health.
although, and he’s shocked to hear this— was he really what one would consider a workaholic? there was always so much on his to-do list, and, yes, he had a tendency of completing things WELL before their due date, bypassing opportunities to eat and sleep in a timely manner in favor of seeing that list emptied sooner, rather than later, but…
well… ah, perhaps he was…
“ come now, you can’t surely expect me to miss TWO days. “ because, in his world, that may as well be the equivalent of an entire week, and it PAINS him, the thought of having to call off an additional day. he knows his majesty would understand, knowing and acknowledging that it was for the best, but that fear of DISAPPOINTING him still makes ignis feel sick all over again.
she makes a solid point, however ( as was the case in regards to most, if not all of her points ). he needn’t spread this around the citadel and put even more undeserving people out of commission, thus creating more work for the medical staff, and with his role as the advisor, he couldn’t just stay in one place. astrals, were he to give it to KING REGIS, he’d never forgive himself. “ though, and i loathe the thought of admitting it, you are right. his highness had the luxury of being able to remain within his personal quarters where the sickness could not spread to anyone but myself, but such does not apply to me. i suppose i have no choice… doctor’s orders. “ his only consolation was that angela had brought him things to work on during his bedrest, and thank the gods she had. otherwise, he’d have gone stir crazy.
with a softly uttered ‘ thank you ‘ as she disappears into the kitchen, he resigns himself to his current predicament and shifts to get comfortable, since, clearly, he’s going to be here a while. that briefcase never leaves his line of sight, and he’s careful when grabbing for it, remembering what she had told him about not curling inwards too much, lest he risk encouraging another trip to the toilet, and it’s when she returns the offer of tea and crackers that the first ‘ click ‘ of his briefcase goes off. “ it smells divine. i was set to make ginger tea before, unaware that this was something more than an innocent upset stomach, but this is far better. thank you, angela. “ he suspects he’ll be saying this several times whilst under her care, and he hopes his utterings of gratitude aren’t too much. if there was one thing being raised in the scientia household had taught him, it was that being overly mannerly was better than not being mannerly at all. a lack of thanks was more likely to be remembered than a thousand and one of them——– but, he’ll make it up to her later on.
fingers pinch a cracker, pulling it to his lips where it takes that first, fearful bite, with a sip of tea to follow. it goes down smoothly, warmly, and pleasantly, and when his stomach doesn’t seem to outright REJECT it, he allows himself to be a bit more daring, and goes through a few more crackers and half the tea before she returns once more. “ thankfully, this seems to be just what i needed. “ and he may need more soon, as he seeks yet another taste, “ what are you preparing? it smells amazing. “
A brow raises at his complaint of missing two days, and a chuckle is there as he comes to the realization she won’t be budging on the fact he needs to stay home. A shake of her head, “Doctor’s orders would have you out for a proper amount of time, normally it’s forty-eight hours symptom free, however given the unique situation we find ourselves in where the Advisor is very much needed - and I don’t need Gladio training that poor man into dust - I have written you out for a mere two days instead,” a glance to him, “The King has already been informed, as have your superiors, and they all wish you a speedy recovery and to enjoy yourself, they find out I smuggled you work, well...” A shrug, and she just turns offers a grin.
It had been a simple matter, though she isn’t surprised to see him digging into that briefcase. Admittedly, she was more pleased to see the crackers haven’t revolted yet, nor had the tea, and the smile is genuine this time. A brief pause, and she returns with the full sleeve of crackers, encouraging him to pace himself - figuring he knows well enough not to just inhale them all, and a glance to the tea cup.
“Ginger isn’t a bad idea, though with a virus like this, had you brought it back up you risk aspirating it, and then I’d be here a lot longer than two days,” a soft chuckle, shaking her head, “Not to mention it would be far more severe than a simple stomach bug,” she mused, before moving to perch on the foot of his bed, gingerly sitting upon the edge as if she wasn’t sure she could - but she did so hate not being eye level with her ‘patients’, and Ignis was no exception.
“As far as what is preparing, it isn’t quite ready yet,” a tilt of her head with the smile, “a Ziegler special, nothing impressive, but vegetable soup with enough vitamins and nutrients to help kick start what you’re losing by purging. Once the tea calms your stomach, and the crackers absorb what they can, if it goes well, the soup should be ready by then. Sorry it’s not much, but it’s better than trying to live off tea and crackers.”
A glance to the briefcase he’s already gotten his hands on, and a brief frown is there. There was worries she had overstepped her allowances, and hands clasp in her lap, “I do not....Let’s see,” a soft chuckle as she tries to gather her thoughts, “do not think poorly of me, I suppose, for going through the contents of your desktop, I suppose. I was trying to grab what would be the most vital, without anyone being the wiser to what I’ve done. I assure you, I have nothing but your best interest at heart,” a glance to him.
She knew rumors that there was no allegiance with her. King Regis trusted her in his employ, but it wasn’t enough, and Glaives enjoyed wagging their tongues with gossip just as much as school children. Rumors she was no better than an Empire spy sent to slowly poison them all and this ‘stomach bug’ was that, despite everyone had made wonderful recoveries so far and she’d been stretched thin between the Glaive, the Royal Family, and now the Royals’ closest employees, not to mention the few in the community she reached out to assist. It had her shaking her head, “What you have, however, is all I could bring you,” she murmured, like it was only a few things, not a suitcase full of most of his work, “I’m afraid given exposure rates, it would do no good to have me back and forth among the Citadel,” a sheepish smile, before she shook her head and stood, pausing just long enough to snag his cup, “Let me get you another, though, while it’s settling,” a slight nod and she was shifting back to the kitchen, tending briefly to the soup as the water was boiled once more, and it wasn’t long - proper steeping time - before she was stepping back to place that teacup upon the nightstand once more.
“Should you have need of anything, please do not hesitate to call for me, I will just be in the kitchen,” making sure everything was within his reach, “if you wish to get out of bed and stretch I will not stop you, just don’t overdo it and no fast movements. If you need to find your way back to the washroom for your stomach, I’m almost certain I’ll hear you, and I’ll be right in.”
And just like that, she had vanished back out of the room, leaving him his privacy as she set about doing what little housework she could to keep his place spotless - making sure the kitchen was clean except for where the pot was slow cooking on the stove, and even going so far as to clean most of the surfaces to keep it as clean an environment as she could to prevent this lasting longer.
She didn’t have the heart just yet to tell him she’d be here those two days, making sure he was taken care of, that she would either remain awake the two days and occupy herself proper, or she’d end up catching a nap on his couch, with his permission. She would cross that bridge later. For now, she could ensure he had a proper meal, and had no other concern than recovery to be back at his best, even if she was humming to herself as she worked, a quiet song she assumed he couldn’t hear given the distance.
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