#this post is sponsored by me waiting until 4-5AM because that's when everything should calm down

[lorei-writes]

In Bedside Care for a Beast Collection Event, Chevalier winds up being grazed by a poisonous arrow. At first, he pretends that everything is fine, to only then allow himself to collapse over the bed. Emma is insistent and he knows it'd be a futile effort to attempt to deceive her.

... But he still initially tries.

I wonder, how many nights have he been in pain, all alone, just gritting his teeth through it and waiting for it to pass? Was it ever as bad as for him to count the hours remaining for his condition to improve? Was there ever a time he hoped for somebody to be there... Or how early was it that he's forsaken the thought?

And most importantly: how he must have felt when he allowed himself to be weak and pained in front of her, imperfect despite being assigned perfection, and so very human?

... Sometimes I wonder, you know.