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voice. (I hope you didn't think one thread at a time is enough for me.)

[rightfully]

[ At some point, he'll find he has a voicemail (because she's too dumb to text, really) - ]

Ephraim, are you alright?

[ They did arrive to a commune of festering viral plague and Lucina herself hasn't been immune to it - indeed, her coughing likely could be heard up and down the halls for days - and it only occurs to her to check up on him now, when things are a little less... sideways.

Also, there's a lake now? Sickness certainly didn't create lakes back in Ylisse. ]

You didn't fall ill, I hope.

grabby hands

[besieging]

[ Oh, bless her for not texting. Ephraim...has gotten enough of the idea to use the text feature, but without capital letters, punctuation, and with starting a new line every sentence. His tutors would be mortified. ]

I've certainly felt better.

[ He does not...really want to admit to being ill, because Lords Don't Get Sick and all, but he's felt the effects, and may have been forced back to his room to lie down by one Riza Hawkeye. ]

I seem to have fared better than many, however.

[ He mostly just hung out in Stage 1 and felt groggy and annoyed about feeling groggy. A day where you don't hallucinate is apparently a good day, here. ]

[rightfully]

Yes, it was... quite dire for a time.

[ Hallucinations, yes - and people falling asleep in random areas - in their food, even! - and complete sensory elimination? Lords Don't Get Sick, of course, so she had spent a fair amount of time tending to whatever misery she happened across.

And, uh, coughing. Lots of coughing.

...

She takes a moment to do just that, covering the watch's mic, before replying. ]

If you're still feeling out of sorts, I could make you some tea.

[besieging]

I'd like that very much, Lucina.

[ Tea is the second best drink, after The Blood Of His Enemies, and all! ]

Where shall I meet you?

[rightfully]

The dining hall is fine.

[ She's already there, finishing her lunch. By the time he arrives, she'll have tidied up after herself and be brewing hot water in a ceramic kettle over the brazier.

At any rate, as much as she's been leveling up in tea making over the past weeks, Lucina has another reason to seek him out... Intrigue! ]

[besieging]

[ He slides in and finds a spot to sit nearby without fanfare...and while he does probably look a bit tired, a little less spark than usual, he indeed seems to not have been through the wringer the way some have. ]

How have you been faring?

[rightfully]

Well enough, considering. It could certainly be worse.

[ There's still a faint rasp to her voice, a hoarseness that suggestions her vocal cords have been put under considerable stress the past few days. The typical musical quality of Laura Bailey's voice her voice is buried under that scratchiness, leaving her sounding somewhat like an old lady.

Lucina gives him a quick - friendly - smile over her shoulder regardless, by way of greeting. ]

How do you like your tea?

[besieging]

[ He can definitely hear it, but bro code demands that he respect her stoic front, unless she appears to be slightly dying, so he doesn't comment on that, and just gets to the question. ]

I'm no connoisseur. However you take it is quite fine.

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[parttimes]

[WHAT UP, EPHRAIM.

Whatever you're doing in your day, suddenly there's a boy teleporting right into you.

Either they're both going sprawling or Ephraim is prepared enough to hold his ground, but either way. WHAT'S UP.]

how dare -- no it's good to have you at last!!

[besieging]

[ It's a nice, quiet day! Birds are singing, sun is shining, everything is rainbows and chill.

And Ephraim has found a nice grassy spot to sit down outside and get to the task of cleaning his armor, because that shit don't stay shiny on its own, you know.

Until, of course, the force of some guy appearing right in the space he's occupying sends him toppling backwards, pinned to the ground by some awkward combination of the armor in his lap, and the stranger now also in his lap.

Good day to you too, sir. ]

[parttimes]

[Dangit.

This is probably one of his worst teleporting mishaps, and he is immediately full of regret when he ends up in some random dude's lap.

Oops.

He blinks down at Ephraim, needing a moment or two to get his bearings--and then he's scrambling to get off, clearing his throat, flopping to the ground next to him.]

Ugh, sorry, sorry, accident--

[besieging]

I had presumed as much.

[ Because, uh, that'd be pretty forward, wouldn't it? ]

[parttimes]

Y...yeah. [Uh, awkward.

Kou stands, brushing himself off, and offers Ephraim a hand up.]

... Sudden bullshit powers, you know? They're a pain in the neck.

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[ He accepts that hand and hauls himself up. ]

Truthfully, I...can't say I really know. I've yet to determine what exactly I can do here.

[ Okay, so he also hasn't tried very hard, because powers shmowers, he knows what he's about and it ain't shooting fire out his ass or whatever. But he definitely cannot shoot fire out his ass, and he hasn't really noticed anything he couldn't do before at all. ]

[parttimes]

... Have you tried?

[Not that he knows Ephraim, but he knows people like Ephraim.]

text...ish.

[rightfully]

[ Without much ado or any preamble, Lucina sends Ephraim a picture over the watches. The fact that she's able to do that now without any mishaps, blurry hands imposed over the image, or accidental selfies is remarkable.

It is a picture of the wall in her quarters. She doesn't room with anyone, prefering her solitude for a couple of reasons, so there's only one bed and very little in the way of extraneous furnishing. What's worth nothing, however, is not the wall itself - buuut what she's written on it in big lettering and thick white chalk.

Ephraim: 6
Lucina: 7

The slogan for this image would either be, "baby's first shitpost," or, "when medievals discover snapchat." ]

[besieging]

i hope you have also readied an eraser

[ HE'S COMING FOR THOSE NUMBERS. BY WAY OF HIS SPEAR. ]

voice.

[rightfully]

[ Akvos is lost, and Lucina...

Well, one thing at a time. The moment their watches connect, or whatever, she sends a very helpful and descriptive message -- ]

Ephraim?

[ This is her first jaunt under Astoria's aegis, after all. She's expecting the same cracks that had characterised Naga's rudimentary portals through time, the ones that had dropped her two years behind everyone else and Laurent more years behind that, scattered to the corners of the continent.

So, mere minutes after they're dumped back into the Temple of Beginnings, Ephraim is already being harassed by one (1) overbearing princess. ]

[besieging]

[ Ephraim is - well, surprised and disoriented, as they all are, but he lacks Lucina's experience in cross-dimensional disasters. Their arrival in Akvos was far from ideal, but also nowhere near the sort of mess she's seen.

So he's not surprised by her contacting him, but perhaps a bit at the apparent urgency with which she has. ]

Lucina. Are you unharmed?

[rightfully]

Yes.

[ Well, unharmed enough. The violent expulsion from Akvos has left her somewhat briefly lightheaded. Also, there is seawater still in her ears. Nothing she need to complain about.

They lost Akvos, and that sears through her, but first thing's first - ]

Yourself? Are you well?

[besieging]

I'm still standing.

[ Which is all that's really important, in Ephraim's world. He's got a few scratches he hasn't bothered looking at yet, but he's still upright and still ready to stick a spear into anything that tries to take him on. He's good. ]

[rightfully]

[ For Lucina, who knows him pretty well by now, it's a slightly concerning response. Even a person with a missing leg can remain standing for a time, after all. ]

Where are you?

[ Guess what.

She's paranoid and has no one else to fixate her need to fuss and hover on. ]

[besieging]

Just outside the temple.

[ Hey now, he'd be way more pissed off if someone managed to take his leg. At the very least he'd have to smack them down and get it back. ]

[rightfully]

[ You can't just slap a leg back on with duct tape and windex, Ephraim.

Anyway, she's there in a few minutes. She had been outside the temple too, but on the far side, closer to the housing. Even as she's walking up, her damp boots squelching miserably with their lingering damp, she's working to pry the tangles out of her equally damp, ragged hair.

(After all the salt water it's imbued, she might as well just chop it off, tbh.)

Okay, time to say something smooth and cool - ]

... [ Or just belatedly gag up a mouthful of sea water all over his shoes instead.

Sure. ]

not here.

[rightfully]

[ A few days after their last talk, Ephraim will find his cloak neatly folded up just outside his living quarters. On top is a small piece of foolscap with a quick note. Her handwriting is neat and to the point, lacking any embellishments.

Only two words, too. Why use more than that?

Thank you. ]