[ So there might be a salve, but not a cure. His brow furrows together as he listens along, gaze turned intensely and pointlessly at his tea; if it's an ailment that comes with the seasons, do they just hope that time will save them?
He's broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a harsh, wet cough—he snaps his gaze back up at Augustine, eyes widening at the edges. Quick to set his mug aside, he hovers over to his side with urgency. ]
—Don't apologize.
[ It's phrased like an order, almost force of habit from his days as a commander, but he says so with only gentle firmness. There's no need for politeness right now. Dimitri isn't disgusted, even as he reaches for one of the petals, which he might mistake for red if not for how the blood smudges onto his gloves, revealing the blush pink underneath.
He doesn't know what this flower is, or what it means. But it's a disarmingly delicate thing for how terrible that cough sounded. Dimitri frowns at him, tight and concerned. ]
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He's broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a harsh, wet cough—he snaps his gaze back up at Augustine, eyes widening at the edges. Quick to set his mug aside, he hovers over to his side with urgency. ]
—Don't apologize.
[ It's phrased like an order, almost force of habit from his days as a commander, but he says so with only gentle firmness. There's no need for politeness right now. Dimitri isn't disgusted, even as he reaches for one of the petals, which he might mistake for red if not for how the blood smudges onto his gloves, revealing the blush pink underneath.
He doesn't know what this flower is, or what it means. But it's a disarmingly delicate thing for how terrible that cough sounded. Dimitri frowns at him, tight and concerned. ]
Your condition has already deteriorated this far?