[ oh he is not going to turn down help in this moment. he is a pathetic twink, so he eases back down against the pillows. once he's still again, he opens his eyes - a petal wilts off. ]
...I'd rather it be me, over any of you. [ with a little bit of a smile, tired but still taair. ] So, I don't mind.
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...I'd rather it be me, over any of you. [ with a little bit of a smile, tired but still taair. ] So, I don't mind.