93. Backdated to the end of the Grey Log

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu is sitting, damp-haired and smelling of soap, in a quieter corner of the Plane with the cloth of Aries in a disassembled pile in front of him. He seems to be meticulously cleaning one of the forearm bracers, and the cloth which he is using to do so has turned a rather distinct shade of red, coupled with an equally distinct coppery smell in the air.

He's taken lives before, but it never gets easier.]

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[traitortwin]

[Oh my God Wash, what part of "don't mention it" did not sink in afkdsjakl She doesn't respond to the thanks. Just carries on. Really. It's better that way.

She does nod when Mu tells him to take it easy, spares a small smirk for them.] That cut the recovery time, at least. Gonna stay here until it's completely better?

[vengefulagent]

Yeah, uh...I'd probably be dead by now if that happened...

[Once Mu is done, he gingerly pushes himself up onto his elbows.] Don't have to tell me, twice... And yeah, we should stay here a little longer. Just in case.

[It takes a few seconds before something else clicks] ...Wait. [He turns to Mu.] Did you say "pneumonia"? Do I have pneumonia?? [He throws a glance at his armor, wondering why it didn't tell him anything was wrong aside from the cracked ribs and bruises and everything else.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Not yet, no, but being unable to fully expand your lungs can often lead to it as a complication. Thus, I recommend you stay out of your armour for several more days as a precaution. I'm sorry if I misspoke.

[vengefulagent]

[He shakes his head.] No, it's okay. I just...thought you meant I had it already. [He smiles weakly, takes a slow, deep breath, then lies back on the couch. It feels really good to breathe normally again.]

Let me know what we--I--can do to repay you.