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[After intense debate - a word which here means 'a lot of whining and pouting' - Erika got Zelos's permission to go talk to Willard. The only conditions were that Zelos be allowed to wait nearby and no fighting. Both very reasonable requests, really, considering the state Erika was left in after the last talk.

Right now, she has a theory. Will's been in a bad state and probably by this point doesn't even know what day it is or what events are going on. Probably he was at fault for the whole Dagon thing but that's not so surprising. More surprising is that it happened. And Mikado wants to talk to Will about it, meaning who knows what could happen, but Erika wants to check Will's mood first.

So Zelos gets to wait with some church ladies while Erika heads Will off. If she's right, he probably still was thinking he had to show up at Dagon at some point to check on her, too. Or he's just really out of it and who knows but either way, given everything that happened and Will's status, she figures her guess is spot on when she catches Will heading out.]

Willard, you're looking splendid as ever.

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I really don't blame you.

[Chosen carrying bandages and still looking pissed off.] Wow, you're alive. You need me to wrap you up? [He is already gathering mana for Healing Wind on the both of them so stop him if that will ruin your scars, idiots.]

[Erika pouts a little, feeling scolded still, and raises her hand.] Actually, ah, we need it to scar like this... And part of it is bandaging each other.

...Though. [She glances down at Will, who is basically flopped over and dealing with a heart attack and various mental issues. She pokes him.] I don't know if Willard is even alive enough for it.

[The heart attack is the more relevant one, considering he goes to smack her hand away and completely misses. The second time hits, though.] It's fine. Stop prodding.

[He puts them down.] Great. Then I'll just leave you two to it. [LEAVING AGAIN BECAUSE HE IS SO DGLKJLSKJGAS ANGRY RIGHT NOW]

[Aaaand Erika flops over. On Will. She doesn't care about your heart attack, onii-chan.] I want him to not be mad at me, ah.

[Her flopping on top of him earns a muffled noise from the impact, but it's on reflex. He doesn't actively throw her off for it. It even means the hand Zelos didn't gift a paper cut to pats her head. There there sis.] Give him time. He still loves you.

[Best brother ever.] Ah... I know but I've been stressing him a lot lately. I asked him to talk to you sometime soon, too. As your blood sister, I ask that you treat him seriously when he does. He will try to explain himself.

[At least he did something right for once.] I knew you'd call that on something I hate. ...Yeah. Fine. I'll try. But if he acts like a brat, he's getting a book thrown at 'im.

That's good enough. Thank you. [After a moment, she pushes herself off of him and gathers some bandages. Erika starts to clean Will's wound.] You can do mine after you aren't having a heart attack.

[At least him still being grounded means he's good at staying still. Positives!] Uh huh. Just help me up when you're done.

[Stupid heart attacks stupid writer stupid week he is not dying to something that retarded Goddammit-]

[Erika laughs lightly. Ohhh Willard. Such a silly big brother. But she works diligently to wrap the wound and bandage it well before doing as he asked. Tugging him up isn't easy since he's practically dead weight and she's small but she sits him back against the wall.]

How does that feel?

[He at least tries to help her out. It doesn't work much, but it's an attempt. At her question, there's a nod. Rolling his shoulder once and taking the bandages from her.]

Not bad. Now yours. Keep your sleeves up. [Damned lolitas.]

Why thank you for being so considerate.

[Like he ares if she has bloody sleeves.

Erika giggles and takes a pin out of her dress - it's like hammerspace except then you realise those ruffles probably go on for miles - and uses it to pin them up easily.]

Anytime, sis.

[And even with the tremors and freezing outright occasionally, the work is quick. Automated and flawless in the way of someone who's done it too many times in even worse conditions.

The only bit of revenge she gets through the whole debacle is patting her on the shoulder twice to show she's good. That shoulder. At least it's not hard.] That's it?

[Hissing through her teeth, Erika closes her eyes for a moment. Owwww. But it wasn't that hard. Just hard enough. Point made. Horrible brother.

She unpins her sleeves and lets them fall again. They're bloody but oh well. He clothes are bloody from the dripping and it doesn't really matter to her. Well, it does. Ugh so much cleaning...]

Yes. Now we're family with no secrets allowed between us. You can ask me anything and I can ask you anything. The only exceptions are obligations that would be harmful if broken, like ones to our dearest ones.

[That's because she's a delicate maiden and needs to be vain about her expensive lolita clothes. What a hard life, cleaning out bloodstains. Good thing Will doesn't care about how maimed he comes off.]

Nice exception. [Considering he'd break an oath and take the hit for it for Lion's sake. A beat.] You're going to pin me with questions once you're set free, huh?

Willard, I'm offended that you would think that low of me.

[Erika smiles. Of course, she's just playing innocent. Neither of them are really shocked by this. Except then Erika is in his space like a crazy fast ninja.]

I'm calling salt! I get to see your wings when I'm recovered! I can touch them if I want, too!

[She gets the long, flat stare of "yeah, nooo" at the part. Erika, stop being innocent it's embarrassing. But it falls off when she jumps in his space, heart jumping into a series of percussive arrythmic failures. It hurts as much as one would think.

What hurts more is that it means Erika wins at finally getting him to show his wings, which means he stresses out on top of it.] Wh-Ah... What the hell, Erika?! That's a low move!

[Hisssss don't want to show his wings.]

[Sure, she might be making his heart attack worse but the point is that she won. Clearly, her joy should be more than enough to comfort Willard in this time of need. Or something like that.]

Come on! You have to! It's not a big deal, right? Some trivial request that should be easy for you to fill. And then I, Furudo Erika, will have seen an angel's wings!

[He'd be happier if she got hit by a bus. Not hard enough to kill her or anything, but to stop being so hyper. Too much energy to handle of hers right now. But he is neurotic and will continue to be neurotic, heart attack be damned.]

Isn't your dumbass boyfriend an angel? Go look at his instead!

[Well in Erika's defense, she's not trying to make him flip out worse. Once she's onto something, though, it's harder to get her to stop.]

He hates being an angel so I won't bother him about it! But it makes sense to look at yours instead!

And you think I like showing mine?! I forgot I walked around with 'em all the time!

If you did, then I wouldn't be curious to see them! This is your own fault, Willard!

[It takes a couple seconds longer to get the air required to argue back. Wait, no, she's hallucinating it, stupid sister.] Don't blame me for your own curiosity! You can't call salt on something that stupid!

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