<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"I-I wouldn't go that far. I still think you're a freeloader, and it would be more trouble if I had to bury you in the woods out back... So really, this is for me. Not you," </span>Izu replied embarrassed. Alida didn't understand why he didn't want to be considered good, but was too tired to argue with him. He had tightened his hold of her and she gave a soft sigh of satisfaction, let hand fisting and coming up to rest under her chin as she leaned against him.<br/><br/>Izu was silent for a good moment of time before he finally answered her.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I guess that depends on what kind of answer you're looking for, freeloader...it's fair enough to say that I don't not like you, but...I don't really know you enough to say I do like you..."</span>Izu explained. While some of his words were lost on her, what he was saying was not. She felt similarly, she supposed. Well, she rather liked him, but that could have just been because he had helped her when she needed help the most--he hadn't even known her and still tried to help.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"I don't know what I should do for you, Alida,"</span>Izu said with confusion and concern.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I've never taken care of anyone who was sick..."</span>he was scowling once more but Alida realized it wasn't so much her he was scowling at, but rather the fact that he didn't know what to do. Alida wasn't quite sure either, as she had never been sick before. It just wasn't something that happened in her world. However, despite the persistent ache in her bones, Alida could only seem to think about the night before.<br/><br/><span style="color: #408000">"Izu..."</span>she started, obviously exhausted,<span style="color: #408000"> "Izu..."</span>she paused again and then decided to drop the subject, unsure of how Izu would react. It wasn't something worth talking about right now. He might get upset and then she would be upset.<span style="color: #408000">"Alida tired..." </span>she mumbled, nuzzling her face against Izu's chest, clearly beginning to doze off.<span style="color: #408000">"Izu not leave...?" </span>she asked softly, scared of being alone when she felt so sick. For a moment, she wondered if she would die, but figured Izu would be far more concerned if that were the case.