The Morning Field

Ndale started as Aesis gave a loud sneeze. He frowned and pressed his palm against the boy's forehead, really hoping the he wasn't getting sick. What were you supposed to do when you start getting sick? Ah, lay down and bundle up. Ndale let his hand descend from Aesis's forehead, letting his fingers trail down the elf's temple and cheek, finally falling away at the jaw. It was a quick and gentle movement, but Ndale found his worry dimming, and his smile growing.

He was distracted when Aesis spoke, but it was foreign to him, of course, and he didn't understand. Ndale raised an eyebrow, looking at the elf, quizzical, for a moment. He eventually smiled and shook his head before lightly touching the boy's arm, gently wrapping his fingers around the triceps and bicep, to lead the boy down the hall to the second door.

"Come on."

He blushed as Ndale's hand touched his forehead.

"Eh?!?!?!"

As Ndale let his hand slip across his face, he blushed harder.

"D-Don't come near me, you sicko!"

As Ndale began to drag him around, his blush faded.

"...gosh. Who the heck do you think you are..?" he muttered silently.

He sniffled due to a runny nose, and wiped his right pointer finger across his face so his face wouldn't be covered in mucus..

..it still was, either way.

Ndale smirked at the elf's blush, sliding closer next the boy as they walked.

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