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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Eph had been feeling immensely better than he had been. Whatever little bug had invaded his system was leaving, and for that the apprentice was thankful. Of course, he had been a lot more... irritable lately. Snapping more, little things that used to not bother him now annoying him, just more grouchy in general. But he didn't pay that any mind. He probably just needed more sleep, he told himself. Nothing a little nap couldn't fix. So that's what he planned to do; nothing more, nothing less.


    But when he woke, he wasn't in his room. No, instead he was in the middle of camp. But that wasn't the strangest thing. He was covered in blood -- and not his own. His eyes widened into two full moons as he stared down at himself. His heart began pounding wildly in his chest, questions whirring in his mind. His body shook uncontrollably and tears welled in his eyes; dear God, what had happened?


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Cherviltea was no stranger to naps, but waking up and finding himself swathed in a thick crimson paste, was something that was yet to happen to him - though, personally, he hoped that it never would. The sharp, and distinct metallic tang that pertained to the air would immediately assault his senses, bringing his aureate orbs to widen, as alarm pulsed beneath his skin, forcing him to instead press onwards and make his way towards the source.


    Dread swelled in his chest, somewhat unsure as to what he'd have to expect. Whether he'd stumble across a mangled body that he had arrived too late to save.. Perhaps, someone had injured themselves.. Perhaps, someone had gotten into a fight, or maybe an obnoxious Boneclanner or Exiler had been lingering in wait for someone by the border, only to have them fight back before hastily dragging themselves back to camp. Various possibilities happened to whirr in his skull, but he couldn't quite say that he had been expecting this.


    Cherviltea would stagger to an abrupt halt, as his optics gradually shifted towards Ephemeris. His comrade, cloaked in blood. The initial shock traversed his expression, halting all movement as he sucked in a breath and held it there. Though, something about the situation reminded him of what had happened to San, and what she had been forced to go through, after Bloodclan had attempted to capture.. As she had fought her way freely, back home.. And Chervil couldn't have possibly held it against her - he could have only held it against himself, that he hadn't been able to do anything for her, to keep her from having to plow through all of that. Not because she couldn't manage, but because she shouldn't have had to, in the first place.


    "Eph.." Cherviltea would part his jaws, his comrade's name brushing by his lips as he spoke. His fictional brows would knit, perplexed and concerned in his demeanour and tone. "What happened..?"


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Eph jumped upon hearing a familiar voice. His ears swiveled before pressing flat against his head. He had hoped that the blood was merely a figment of his imagination -- another fever dream, nothing more than a hallucination. But hearing the tone in Cherviltea's voice, he knew this wasn't some dream. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears racing down his cheeks. He didn't think he could face looking his friend in the eye in this state, so he opted to keep his eyes tightly shut. At his question, a choked sound emitted from his throat and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, words not coming to him.


    Finally, he managed to slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chervil, wincing at the concern on his face. He ground his teeth together, trying to control his breathing. "I don't know." He finally whispered. He looked down, noticing hints of claw marks on his arms, however they were fading, as if it had been awhile since they were inflicted. His bottom lip quivered and he looked back up at the sky. "What's happening to me?" He said, voice barely audible.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]It.. didn't seem as if Eph had any clue as to what had happened. Cherviltea wasn't naive - not anymore, at least, or not as much so as he tended to seem - but he could honestly trust the other, through the depiction of their expression.. Through the fact that they looked brutally afraid. They looked as if they feared the unknown.. As if they feared themselves. Their expression had no tweaks, or no falsified cracks in his horrified expression, and therefore, the collie decided that he'd believe in his friend.. Because Ephemeris had given him no reason not to trust him.


    "Alright, don't worry Eph, we'll figure it out." Cherviltea would resound, sucking in a breath and aiming to take a few cautious steps to his comrade's side. "First of all, are you hurt, in any way?" He.. would have liked to say that he couldn't see any specific wounds himself, but the individual happened to be close to caked in blood, and in a sense, he could only hope that.. none were from any large gashes that Eph was yet to notice. Of course, there remained the loitering tension, but they'd figure this out.. They're figure this out, somehow.


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