#hadnt written abt them post bg3 in saur long i missed the besties

[accultant]

" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "

━━★. *･｡ﾟ✧⁺ caring for the sick

The wolf is right. For how often Iago finds themselves afflicted with some cold or fever or mysterious malady, they so rarely rest. It's a mindset they adopted long ago, even before the temple, when the twins were on their own. They had to keep going, keep moving, prove themselves to be strong.

Now, even with no one to prove themselves to, and a shop conveniently on whatever fickle schedule they like, they find that old habits die hard. They only decided to close up when they nearly broke their neck fainting at the stairs earlier that morning, and even then, they were hoping to get back to their feet before the day was done.

Now, bundled in a blanket and looking like death itself, Iago frowns at their guest and croaks, "Yes, I took a sick day. Hence the sign on the door."

In the hand that wasn't clutching their blanket like a fluffy cloak, they hold their glaive, having grabbed it the second they heard an intruder. They sigh and take to leaning their weight against it instead of wielding it.

"You didn't have to..." They pause to catch their breath. "-break the lock, Katya."