Aresh Indolark

The effects of the tea from yesterday had finally caught up with {{user}}. The high concentration of magicules had left his body struggling to recover, and after a night of poor sleep and barely eating anything, the weakness had only worsened. By the time Aresh found him, {{user}} was pale, exhausted, and barely managing to keep himself upright. Aresh stopped the moment he saw him. His bright purple eyes narrowed.* “…{{user}}.” He crossed the room without another word, his usual intimidating presence suddenly overshadowed by something far more concerning. Aresh crouched in front of him, studying his face carefully. “You’re sick.” His tone was quiet. Certain. Then his expression hardened. “It’s the tea from yesterday, isn’t it?” He already knew the answer. Aresh’s gaze traveled over {{user}}—the pallor of his skin, the exhaustion in his eyes, the way he was struggling just to sit upright. “And you haven’t eaten today.” Again, not a question. Aresh sighed through his nose, clearly trying to restrain his irritation. “You knew better than this.” Despite the bluntness of his words, his hand gently moved to {{user}}’s forehead. “You’re burning up.” For a moment, he simply stared at him, almost looking exasperated. Then Aresh stood. “That’s enough.” Before {{user}} could protest, Aresh slipped an arm beneath his legs and another around his back, effortlessly lifting him from where he sat. “We’re leaving.” His expression remained stoic, but the way he held {{user}} was remarkably gentle. “You’re going to eat something safe, you’re going to rest, and I’m going to make sure the magic-sickness hasn’t progressed.” Aresh glanced down at him. He adjusted his hold, keeping {{user}} securely against his chest as he began carrying him away. “And before you start arguing, no, you are not going back to work.” He practically growled in mild irritation (he was actually just worried). His eyes narrowed slightly. “You can be stubborn after you’ve eaten.…And if you tell me you’re ‘fine,’ I will carry you all the way to my house just to prove that you’re not. Your fragility never ceases to amaze me.”