The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Ailith gave a small salute back, a goofy grin on her face.

"That's good. If you excuse me, I need to go and see Marcus." Cal replied, nodding towards them as he walked towards the door of the infirmary, wincing with every step. It wouldn't hurt to go and check on the rest of the base, would it? A couple nurses called for him to come back, but he had already started down the hallway.

( I gtg, I'll be on later though )

"He really should be resting." Marya pulled up a chair and sat down next to Ailith's cot.

(I'm confused as to what is going on at the moment. someone help! also idk how to join in)

Ailith nodded, "Yeah. Someone really should go and stop him. Before he goes and hurts himself again."

//meanwhile Marcus is probably making out with London or something

(Lmao. Probably tho.)

(I'm confused as to what is going on at the moment. someone help! also idk how to join in)

( You could meet Marya and Ailith in the infirmary?)

//yeet

“Cal?” Nimue said, looking up from where she’d been staring out a window. She rushed over. “What are you doing out of the infirmary? You need to rest.”

"I'm okay," Cal replied, waving her off. "I just need to check on a few things."

“No, you’re not, you’re about to pass out,” she said, gaining a motherly tone.

(I'm confused as to what is going on at the moment. someone help! also idk how to join in)

( You could meet Marya and Ailith in the infirmary?)

(you greet me so that I can include myself)

“No, you’re not, you’re about to pass out,” she said, gaining a motherly tone.

"I'm not going to pass out," Cal answered as he continued down the hall, though his head started to feel a bit lightheaded. He ignored it and continued, brushing past Nimue and towards the rest of the abandoned castle.

“Where are you even going?” She said, following him. “Everything’s running smoothly.”

"The King's dead," Cal explained as he continued to walk, but every five or ten steps he would stumble. "This is our chance."

“Please don’t burst into song.” London said, appearing.

“No, this is your chance to get some rest,” she continued. Admittedly, this was an amazing chance, but Cal was still in no condition for it. “Let Marcus lead. He’s not half-bad at it. And Marya and I can still do things!”

"Song?" Cal asked, glancing over at London. "I don't sing."

“No, this is your chance to get some rest,” she continued. Admittedly, this was an amazing chance, but Cal was still in no condition for it. “Let Marcus lead. He’s not half-bad at it. And Marya and I can still do things!”

Cal nodded and turned back towards Nimue, running a hand through his hair as he thought. "I would rest, but I don't have anything to do. . . unless you count nurses yelling at me constantly."

“Oh. Hi, London.”

“That’s the point. You don’t do things while you’re resting.”

“Hiiii.”

"But, I need to do something." Cal sighed, pouting a bit as if he were the twelve-year-old Nimue had met years ago. Staying in a room for hours on edge was not his idea of fun.

“I’ll bring you a board game or something,” she laughed, pushing him towards the infirmary slightly.

"Fine." Cal finally said, smiling faintly as he began to walk back towards the infirmary. "Marya and I were convinced that you and Kirin were making out somewhere." He continued, glancing over at Nimue and grinning.

“I did not make out with him!” She said, heat rising to her face. “How would you even know, considering how often you were making out with Marya?”

Cal shrugged, glancing over at Nimue as her face turned red. "We didn't make out." He argued, scowling faintly.

“Suuure,” she said, rolling her eyes and smiling.

"We didn't." Cal continued, looking ahead so she couldn't see the blush on his face. "Okay. . . maybe a little."