And yet… he was back here. Bedridden, in old pyjamas. It was honestly a miracle, but he assumed that the girls must’ve had a big part in whatever it took to resurrect him. He couldn’t help but feel everlasting gratitude towards them, and yet he barely had the strength to give them a hug… was he back to square one? Did he have to train up again? All that strength he proudly exerted from his younger days in Lamia Scale… gone.
All that was left was his mana and the density of his magic, so he felt like he didn’t have any time to waste. It required some focused breathing, but he had the aid of a cane that supported his armpit as he finally rose up, feeling the stinging sensation through his feet from days of immobility… and it was colder than usual. And yet, in his sloppy blue sweater, Daiko desperately needed to move a little.
There was some weight on his left shoulder. That weight came from his avian soulmate, who worryingly scratched his skull as he took one step after another. His hair looked dark-grey, but it was an improvement compared to how he looked when he was at his deathbed.
… Where were people? He forgot what day it was today, so he didn’t assume that some important event was taking place, but there was a chilling absence in the guild hall today. “Mhmmm… uhh, h-hello? I’ll just take a walk, girls, don’t worryyyyyyy… urhh, I’m kinda starving, though- W-WOAAAHH!!!”
A sudden scream and a bump followed suit right after, and now the scenery consisted of Daiko facing the floor, having slipped his cane on one of the small stair steps on the way down to the lounge. A little blood was marking his forehead from the heavy fall, too, and Coda had flapped her wings out in an attempt to soften the landing along with panicking chirps. “O-Ow ow ow owwwww…”
WC: 431