[Vash frowns. He quite literally makes a :< face as he stands there, stepping closer to the edge of the bed so he can reach out and adjust Ain's bangs again, making sure they're swept off his face so the cloth can do its work.]
Ain...
[Ain. AIN...
He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand shifting down to cup the side of Ain's face.]
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Ain...
[Ain. AIN...
He moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his hand shifting down to cup the side of Ain's face.]
You are getting sick. You're burning up.