Nng..I see doubles of everything. - [OPEN]

[depraedor]

Characters: Naoto Fuyumine, anyone aboard the 4423
Content: So..Naoto is sick. Rare and unfortunate as it is, she's suffering from a huge headache and nausea to boot. So much for being anti-social. :<
Setting: Naoto's room
Time: Sometime in the morning.
Warnings: ..nothing yet!

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[fuhenteki]

Despite barely knowing this doe-eyed woman enough to be so concern for her health, Kambei could not help but worry for her. Her coughs sound so sickly as she spoke to him earlier, obviously trying to hide her current condition from everyone who knew her. The samurai of course knew that Naoto was no feeble woman, more or less able to take care of herself without the prying affections of others. So what compelled this seasoned warrior to go out of his way and make 'tea' for this woman? Perhaps his past experiences with the farmers of Kanna has soften the samurai's persona a bit more than he would like. However, as much as Kambei would adore to pin the blame of his kindness upon the former allies and friends he made; the samurai knew he was always gullible to help those in need. The samurai simply hoped his good intentions would not be turned away for Naoto's sake.

Approaching down the hallway carrying the warm mug filled with the honey dashed dark green tea, Kambei knocked against the door with his bare knuckles. "Naoto?" The samurai called out to her, not wanting to barge in if the woman truly valued her privacy. "It's I, Kambei. I have come to to see if you are well." He said rather curtly, wondering if the warrior woman was even wake right now.

[depraedor]

At the sound of knocking, Naoto struggled to sit up. It was Kambei, the man who had called her by her last name and reminded her of..

...never mind, now was definitely not the time to think of that.

"You may come in, Kambei."

She straightened up as best she could against the wall and brushed her bangs as she rubbed the skin in between her eyes. The headache was only getting worse but to refuse help would be stupid. She understood that much.

[fuhenteki]

Entering the room once he heard her voice, Kambei opened the door slowly as he strolled in. He closed the door gently behind him, knowing by the anguish upon the woman's face that her head was perhaps aching. The agony that Naoto felt could be clearly seen upon her face, the samurai's worried gaze lingering upon her form as he hastily walked closer to her cot.

"It seems you have seen better days..." Kambei whispered quietly as he came close, inspecting Naoto's condition with an experienced gaze. "A flu, no less. Perhaps the stress of your days catching up with you." He leaned in close as he offered the mug of hot tea toward the ailing woman.

"Perhaps this minor remedy can ease your pain."

[depraedor]

The concern on his face was obvious and she was reminded why she didn't want any visitors. Pity wasn't something Naoto was familiar with, and she had no intention of ever becoming comfortable with it.

"..perhaps."

She reached out for the warm mug and took a tentative sip before smiling up at him, thankful for the hot drink.

"Ah, I think it will. Thank you, Kambei."

[fuhenteki]

Pleased that the tea was suitable to her liking, Kambei shifted away from the cot as he watched her silently. "It seems perhaps you may need to rest more." Despite his concern for Naoto's sudden illness, the samurai knew better than to over stay his welcome. If the woman is anything like he suspects, she would be more comfortable on her own than under the scrutinizing gaze of another.

"The tea is an exotic blend of a herb that was once formerly grown on Ivonian soil." Kambei explained before making his way toward the door. "The herb is known to numb the pain when used directly but when brewed as a tea, it soothes rather than numbs." He glanced over at Naoto again.

"Hopefully this shall be of some help."

[depraedor]

She nodded as he finished speaking and gave him a small, grateful smile.

"It will. Thank you again, Kambei."

In her mind she couldn't help the constant connection she made to the man and Fuyumine, but their differences were clear. Kambei was more open to acts of kindness. She settled herself more comfortably and took a longer drink from the mug, relieved as the ball of pain in her stomach slowly uncoiled.