KIAN
If I can avoid potential suffering by taking care of my enemy then, hell, I am willing to do this even if I have to shove my pride up my ass and take care of him.
I took Lain to the coffee shop intentionally knowing that he would be warm there and he would get to drink something aside from coffee. He doesn't drink coffee. This should be obvious by now because I have never seen him touch something that contains caffeine.
But the longer we ventured through the village market to take a tab on the children working there—so that we can identify who went missing if any of them got missing—the redder Lain's face got, and his suppressed shivers weren't quite suppressed anymore. Hell, he was even sneezing more violently than before.
