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Right~ 'e did good on Reyfalke~!

[ Either he mangled something, or managed a proper word. Either way, he seems to be less confused...

For a couple seconds, at least. ]

... Huh? Howzit fit?

[A what now? It sounded like a name. She considers asking, but he only barely made sense that time; Rin's not sure she'd be able to get the rest.]

It's some magic of Ozuma's most likely. A lot of other rooms look at the moment; mostly resembling places from our worlds. Ah, one... sec...

[Some fiddling. What buttons did it again? This and... Right, right, this. After a few seconds pause, the video feed is switched on, and to show him what she means, Rin records the inside of her own room (currently resembling her house's living room).]

See? This is what my room looks like right now.

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[ A really sleepy hum. ]

so.. y've got a room in a room... and I've a mountain in a room...

[ He's silent for a bit. ]

... wonder how far it goes....

[Technically the rest of her mansion is here too, but Rin sees no point in splitting hairs.]

Hard to say. All the same, you don't sound fit for exploring it.

But 'm always up for...[ Yawning so hard it might be audible when his jaw pops..

And when his phone falls out of his hand to whack him in the face. Good job sir.

Just a sad whine. Giant baby is here? ]

[A super giant baby, but as someone who was feeling under the weather for most of the month (and assumes that he is), she can't help but sympathize with a slight wince. She waits until his whining has died down before speaking, a little louder due to the position of the phone.]

What do you have?

....? A phone?

[ Although he trails off before listing his clothes, because wait, oh, she meant why he was so tired. ]

S'not anythin' humans gotta worry'bout.

[ Grumbly, a slow sound of hand in hair. ]

I.. just don't got any energy... Keep fallin' sleep all over...

[...Right, right. They'd only had that one serious conversation before, but he'd made it clear he was unusual then. She remembers the way he'd made the wind carry noises from far over at the jukebox. So that he's like this now, well, that opens up a variety of questions to her.]

Is that all? I could help you, maybe, if that's it.

If y'wanna try, 'm- [ Another wide yawn. ]

m'door's got m'name on it. [ ... That wasn't how his sentence had been going, but the sleepy mumble might make it clear that ... yeah he definitely keeps falling asleep. ]

... second floor, I think.

...Literally?

[Giant baby indeed, wow. There's some teasing material to be had if it's true.]

Alright, I'll take a look for it.

[And off she goes! She doesn't close the network off her phone just yet though, in case he has something else to say. But if not, to the second floor she goes.]

[ Nope, Zaveid doesn't really have anything to say.

Yup, there's a piece of paper with a handwritten 'Zaveid' on it. Might be a little shakey, like someone wrote it trying to match what was on the phones. ... Although it's also about knob height - or eye height for a child, perhaps. Hmn.

And yeah, once that door opens, its a breath of fresh, thinner air - they are pretty high up on that mountain.

And Zaveid is still sprawled partially on that bed, blanket wrapped about a leg, as he lays on the stone and... maybe he is asleep. Oops. ]

[Rin straightens up as she lets herself in, as if she had been crouched a moment ago (reading that name as it were). Any thoughts about that name being so low are forgotten when she sees the wonder that Zaveid's room has become.

What a view! Ozuma's illusion is so complete, even the mountain air feels chilly, not that it seems to bother the sleeping man any. If anything, Rin bets it's tailored to his comfort, just as her mansion and Shirou's house had been to every detail. Since the bed didn't stir at all at her presence, Rin spends a few quiet moments sightseeing and enjoying the view before stepping over to his bedside and repeatedly poking Zaveid in the shoulder.]

—ey. Hey. Wake up already, will you?

[ Zaveid stirs at the first poke, but it takes another few until he actually gets his eyes open and focus on her. He spends a moment staring blankly at her, before he remembers the conversation, grunts, and shifts to sit up. It takes a moment - he apparently didn't realize how he'd fallen asleep, but after a moment he's sitting against the bed rather than... leg on the bed. ]

Sleeps weird. [ He complains, blinking up at her. ]

... Or maybe I'm just shit at time.... [ ... doesn't really feel like it's been long. Maybe he's getting better at this human-speed thing. ]

You don't do it often?

[She doesn't sound surprised at her own question, merely probing.]

've slept more in the past month than in the last thousand years.

[ Zaveid kinda waves the idea off. ]

... Way more, if y'don't count bein' punched and waking up later.

[Pfft, but she folds her arms.]

That sounds about right. Spirits don't need to eat or sleep like humans do; only if it's an emergency, or if they so choose to. Am I correct?

Uuuhh... Somethin' like that.

[ He's not exactly a spirit in the way she means, that's mostly what he means. ]

Food's still tasty, even if it doesn't do all the ... [ Zaveid makes an 'I don't know' face, flapping a hand about stomach level. ]

[Actually, the spirits she's comparing him to aren't typical spirits themselves. Given all of the above, she's paying close attention here. She leans on the edge of his bed, not quite sitting; that'd be weird.]

If I'm to help you, where you get your energy from is actually important. I won't be able to do it if functionally you're closer to a human.

[Or well. She could, but she would refuse for reasons not needed to state, ahem. Rin taps the bottom of her chin.]

Though if you're over 1000 years old, it doesn't sound like I'll have that problem.

[ Zaveid's head bobs in some lazy nodding - then jerks back up like he'd almost fallen asleep there. Ugh. ]

Thousand back is just the clearest nastiest bit o' memory. Got some vague ones that matches what humans have at three thousand ago.

[ And sometimes he feels it.

Like when he's about paper thin feeling, magically. Worn and old and stretched thin- ]

... 'n usually, its just... there. [ Does he look a little evasive?

More importantly, that little twisty hand motion didn't result in any wind direction change, this time. ]

[...He's been weirdly evasive before, with that survey. Of course, she only knew that then because what Sans had to say about Zaveid had been the inspiration for the survey in the first place.

She hadn't begrudged him for it then, because fair enough, but in this situation it complicates things for her if he's not honest. Frowning, she folds her hands in her lap.]

Let me speak clearly, and start over. I'm not unfamiliar with spirits and the like, Zaveid; you can be at ease here. I won't get upset with you if you tell me something that may ring unpleasant to a human, because what I'm about to offer is something a normal, sane human would definitely think twice about.

Primarily, I want to ensure we're compatible in the first place, and that this can be done safely on both sides.

[ He had personal issues with people knowing what he is completely fine living without. Humans have a thing, sometimes, about what they can get away with. Strong work that doesn't need rest or food? Why do they have to give it to them? Sans wouldn't really do anything with it, but humans... Other humans, silly, marvelous, dumb-as-shit humans..

Zaveid takes a moment to watch her. Really watch her, sleepy half-closed eyes very keen and a lot older than that face of his. ]

I already have a pact. He's just elsewhere, it's not me who needs the vessel.

[ That's, uh, something. right there. What does that say about what he thinks of this 'vessel', that that's what he thinks she's offering when she says a normal, sane human would think twice about. ]

I'm protectin' the one who does. [ And on the word 'protect', he reaches out to tap her - and for an instant, she feels like she's where ever she's most comfortable, most at home. A sense of security, of not-quite calm, but... she's safe, she's around friends, she's not being pressed in by the world.

Of course, that might have been a mistake on his part. His eyes flutter and he slumps. There's where his energy is going. ]

[He speaks her language, almost. Pacts and familiars, these are terms Rin has grown up with. Indeed, since she was seven years old, it's what she's spent her life training for.

It's not me who needs the vessel.

Her brow creases, failing to catch his meaning. But before she can ask, he reaches forward and taps her. And then...

Then it feels inexplicably like mana all around her; a static discharge of energy against her skin, but softer. A sense of comfort and no worries, even as Zaveid's body starts to slump forward. There's no danger here, and no matter how it looks, everything will be alright.

Just as quickly as it came, when Zaveid drops it sizzles out all around her. Rin's breath catches, but she doesn't lose her composure. She doesn't really understand what it is he just did, but she gets the feeling it wasn't to harm her. If anything, it seems like the reverse.

Stepping around the bed, she utters a mental command to one of her familiars, an amethyst bird that flies from out of her bag. It perches in her hand when she holds it out to it, and Rin folds its wings in, closing her fingers tightly around the gem.

She gave it life, with her own mana, and now she'll take it back — not for herself, but for the seraph slumped on the bed here. Rin holds her hand over Zaveid's chest, and in her grasp the bird begins to melt: not into liquid, but pure, crystalized mana that flows into him.

It's not as much as she had been willing to offer, coming from such a small familiar, but a pinch from Rin contains a surprising lot. While he might not wake now, when he does, Zaveid will feel a slight, but notable spike in energy.]

[ He's asleep, definitely, a drained exhausted sort that results in unflattering expressions from where face presses against bedding.

And even with the mana slowly glinting green like the ends of his hair and vanishing, it still takes him a good minute to stir.

But when he opens his eyes, he's definitely more.. aware. A bit closer to the guy who'd studied her a moment ago, than the half asleep mess he'd been on the video. ]

Huh.

[ He should make sure to eat more. Seems like it would help a lot. ]

... That's what you were getting at, wasn't it. Mana.

[She'd taken to sitting after all. Might as well, since she wasn't sure when he'd wake up. Rin answers him without looking.]

That's right.

[There's no trace of the bird that was her familiar; the gem she spent her favor on, poured her literal blood into to create. Better that there's no evidence of such for Zaveid to know about, to be honest.

This isn't the first time she's spent such a precious thing on someone she barely knows — not even the second or third — and she can't help but wonder if her father would be cross at her for it.]

[ Zaveid studies her for a moment. She seems kinda put out? How does she give mana to others? Uh. ]

... Please tell me that it isn't like. Some kind of intimate thing for you to do that.

[ He's.. mostly teasing, as he sits back up. Girl he just told you he's thousands of years old- ]

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