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      “Good, all things considered. Last I told you I was confused about what I was, right? Or was that.. someone else..” He’s questioning himself a lot lately, especially about memories from fairly recent when he was so distraught. But he’d told Saima that, he’s almost certain of that fact. “Well, regardless I am pretty sure I have a few answers. Yet no answers at all, really.” His red eyes open again so he can sit up again, reaching for that tea to give it a few more good sips to try and sooth this stomach sooner.

“Yeah, I remember that. You might have told someone else that as well – but I definitely remember you mentioning this to me.“ It was something that Saima made sure to keep in mind. Since it wasn’t often that they encountered someone who also seemed outside of the perceived representation species.

“Hm a few answers yet no answers. Sounds about right – but what have you found out since then?“

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      “Lucky. I tend to pick shit up easy.” Ivar pouted at nothing, just to himself it seemed. He hated being one to pick things up as easily as he did, but he tended to not be sick for very long, which was an alright trade off, he supposed. “So, how are ya anyway? Like usual it’s been a while. Anything new going on in your life??”

“That’s really annoying.“ A slight sigh in sympathy. Vague memories of illness reminded Saima of how troublesome it was to actually get sick. And so having gone through that more regularly was something they wouldn’t wish on anyone. “Yeah – been on the go as usual. But I performed at a few shows and some close friends came out for that, so that’s cool. I might pick up a new instrument – and I’ve just been helping folks here and there as time allows.“

“Outside the whole illness thing, how’ve you been?“

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      “Thanks.. The tea was a nice sentiment.” Ivar can’t help but smile as he rests his hands over his stomach for a moment, hoping that the tea would actually kick in and soothe his stomach. So far it had not.. but perhaps he just needed to drink more of it. “I’d hate to get ya sick, if that’s even possible.”

“You’re welcome. It might take a bit to kick in – but I’d hope it does help a little bit.“ After all, they’ve seen people go through a couple of cups – but that’s usually in more dire causes.

“Ah. Don’t worry about me. I don’t pick up on anything easily. “

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      “Ugh..” He set the cup down on the coffee table as he leaned back to rest his head against the back of the sofa. “An hour.. Probably somethin’ I ate earlier, honestly. Tha’, or it’s th’ flu.” He sighed loudly, letting his eyes shut as he tried to get a moment of relief in a new position. It wasn’t helping.

“I see. I hope it’s the former since that’s more like to resolve itself earlier.“ Although it was the time of year for the to break out – so the other option isn’t really surprising. “Sorry that you’ve been dealing with this mess.“

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       The swede sits a moment longer, eyeing the cup before he finally reached to take it and almost hummed at the feel of the warmth it radiated. “If ya say so. I’ll believe ya.” He’d had camomile before, a few times, so it wan’t like he didn’t know what to expect, but he still make a bit of a face when he sipped it. “Thanks Saima. Ya make this a little more bearable.”

Although it take a moment, it was nice to see Ivar actually take the cup. If nothing else, accepting the assistance offered was all Saima was looking to see happy. “You’re welcome. I know it’s a pain to have such an upset stomach- how long has it been going on?”

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  Saima sighs a little bit. “It’s chamomile tea. It’s literally just tea – specifically a kind that’s known for helping settle stomachs. I don’t have any intention of killing you.” It was almost absurd to think that Ivar would legitimately think Saima was interested in killing him. It’d be kind of funny if it wasn’t a bit annoying at the moment.