Room 504, Tuesday Morning

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Ino wasn’t feeling that great today, mostly a low-level blahness that was a precursor to an all-out cold or flu. She was lying flat on her stomach, sprawled out on her bed with a blanket draped over her, reading through her medical notes and wondering why on earth curing basic colds wasn’t one of the first things that was covered.

Seriously, people. She didn’t want to get or be sick. Why wasn’t there any information about it? Geez.

Ino huffed, and reached for her tea. Which had grown cold. Wonderful.

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There was a knock on that door, a rather familiar one, and a slice of a Liir was probably visible.

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"Here," she said, without looking up, hitching her blanket more firmly around her shoulders and flipping through one of her notebooks in the idle hope that, really, she'd written something down that'd help.

Seriously. Come on.

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He poked inside to find her pulling the blankets up.

"Still sleepy?" he asked curiously, wondering if he'd woken her up or something. But there were scrolls out and she sounded awake.

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"Cold," she said moodily, sighing at her work and it's complete and utter failure to help her out.

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He looked at her bed for a moment before his hand strayed to his bag.

"Would you like another blanket?" he asked her.

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That made her look up and blink at him. "You carry a blanket 'round in your bag?" Ino asked, before shaking her head. "I don't know if it'd help much."

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He shook his head before reaching in and pulling out the great black cloak of the Witch which he'd started carrying around as the weather turned cooler. On the ground it was still all right just to wear a sweater or such, but Liir flew (or might have to fly) often enough that he kept the cloak there. Usually, he used it to cushion other items, but he had nothing glass or fragile, so he could do without it. Put Karal's there when he went back to his room.

Thick and dark and very very warm, it was also massive. It looked almost like a blanket, really.

"I have this. And there's an extra bed in my room, so I could give you that one if you'd prefer it. Or there's soup."

Chicken soup, good for the body and the soul.

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"I'm not sick," she said petulantly, at the mention of soup.

Ino liked denial. It was shiny.

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"Of course not," he agreed easily.

Liir liked agreeing. It was also shiny.

"But it would help keep you warm."

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Ino contemplated that. He had a point.

"If it's not a big trouble for you?" Though, really, considering who she was talking to...

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He shook his head.

"Chicken, beef, vegetable, or fish base? I've got stock for all of them so it's no difference for me, your preference."

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That was going to get more contemplating. Her brain was slow today, give her a break.

"Chicken?" she said.

...she still wasn't sick though. At least in her opinion.

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He nodded, leaned over to offer a quick hug, and headed out the door. He'd only be gone for a few minutes, really.

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The hug was accepted and she watched him go for a few seconds before resuming her fruitless search.

And her consideration of sending a long letter back home to complain about the lack of cold or flu treatments for the beginning medic.

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He was back a few minutes later with a bowl that he carried as carefully as he could. It wasn't anything much special: chicken stock, some rice noodles, a few vegetables. He brought it over and put it on her dresser.

"Should keep you warm," he said. The bowl was still steaming a little, even.

"I know I hate being cold myself."

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Except that meant she was going to have to get up. Ino was just going to have to take a moment there to figure out how she could bring all her blankets with her, or if that would be utterly ridiculous.

She settled for one blanket, and sat up a bit more. "Cold is evil."

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Once she was up a bit more, he held it out for her.

"It certainly is. Wind is as well."

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That was because he was awesome.

"You're awesome," she told him, accepting the bowl. "Thank you, and sit down, geez."

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He chuckled a little bit before looking around.

"Floor, bed, chair..."

He didn't particularly care. He was just glad to see her.

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"Bed," she said, sipping the soup and humming slightly. "Geez."

As if she'd make him sit on the floor. And the chair was way over there.

Okay, it was, like, three feet away. That was too far.

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He agreed as he settled on the bed and made himself comfortable. One leg was tucked up under him and the other rested on the ground.

"Looking for something specific?" he asked, noting all the, well, the notes she had out. It was how he'd worked on Ino's broom, all his books out and open as he searched on then the other for the information he needed.

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"I'm not sick," she said again, because that really needed repeating. "I'm just looking for anything 'bout, you know, curing colds and stuff."

For no reason, really. Honest. Denial.

"Can you believe there's nothing so far?" And that was her being disgusted with her notes.

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He nodded to her declaration, because far be it from him to guess; the medical field was only known to him when it came to quick first aid. He'd never really been sick much and Sister Doctor didn't keep people about to get ill and give her more work.

"I've never heard of anything for that but warm food, bedrest, and plenty of fluids," he admitted.

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Ino was starting to think that that was all her world had too.

Ino did not much like that idea, really.

"I'll keep looking though," she said stubbornly. "There's got to be something."

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"If anyone could find it," he started before giving her a smile. He really did have faith in her.

"I've started instruction with Altra," he said after a moment. "Learning to handle my own abilities. And I've... actually taken to watching television."

That last one would probably surprise her, though not so much once he admitted what he was watching.