[But before Felix could say more, Manuela begins shooing Dimitri and Sylvain away, leaving Felix to stare as they mill about.
Sighing, Felix lets his hand fall flat against the sheets, letting Manuela fuss over him as she wills. Knowing her, it's best to just behave and wait for everything to be over and avoid doing anything that may risk reopening his wounds. Still, eyeing Sylvain and Dimitri makes him wonder about the headaches Manuela has to deal with on what he assumes to be a regular basis. Was he that rowdy too back in the day...? It feels like such a long time ago, even if this is technically his present...
He is distracted from his thoughts by a knock on the door, the newcomer's voice familiar.
"Professor, I brought some breakfast, should I take it back or is it fine for me to go in?"
"Certainly, Felix is awake now."
At those words, the door practically flies open as Felix twists his head to try and see without upsetting his bandages.
"Felix!"
Eyes glassy, Ingrid looks like she's about to pounce on the bed, but one look from Manuela has her staying her ground, swallowing as she walks over to the bedside table and places the tray of food on it.]
I'm not going to die from something like that, [Felix says, glancing away from that look on Ingrid, too soft for the stern lady knight he's come to know.
"But you almost did," Ingrid says, folding her arms. With no adequate response to that, Felix bristles and turns to look the other way, a little embarrassed at the prospect of being lectured by a 17-year-old Ingrid.]
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[But before Felix could say more, Manuela begins shooing Dimitri and Sylvain away, leaving Felix to stare as they mill about.
Sighing, Felix lets his hand fall flat against the sheets, letting Manuela fuss over him as she wills. Knowing her, it's best to just behave and wait for everything to be over and avoid doing anything that may risk reopening his wounds. Still, eyeing Sylvain and Dimitri makes him wonder about the headaches Manuela has to deal with on what he assumes to be a regular basis. Was he that rowdy too back in the day...? It feels like such a long time ago, even if this is technically his present...
He is distracted from his thoughts by a knock on the door, the newcomer's voice familiar.
"Professor, I brought some breakfast, should I take it back or is it fine for me to go in?"
"Certainly, Felix is awake now."
At those words, the door practically flies open as Felix twists his head to try and see without upsetting his bandages.
"Felix!"
Eyes glassy, Ingrid looks like she's about to pounce on the bed, but one look from Manuela has her staying her ground, swallowing as she walks over to the bedside table and places the tray of food on it.]
I'm not going to die from something like that, [Felix says, glancing away from that look on Ingrid, too soft for the stern lady knight he's come to know.
"But you almost did," Ingrid says, folding her arms. With no adequate response to that, Felix bristles and turns to look the other way, a little embarrassed at the prospect of being lectured by a 17-year-old Ingrid.]