{se} I need a cure, prescribe a drug

Edmund nods, "It is. I used to be acclimated to it all, but I've been away from home too long." He glances at the crowd outside, "I'll get used to it again soon enough." In just a few short seasons his life has changed exponentially. On some days, his whimsical childhood almost feels like a lifetime ago. The Ancient is well aware that Soleil's teasing is in good fun, otherwise, he would have left already. As it is, he fiddles with the hem of his jacket sleeve. "No. I was too busy after I aged up." Cheeks and ears bright red he glances away, "I've never liked someone like that before." It was probably why he was so easily flustered by such things. Grateful for the change of subject, Edmund leans forward to see his guildmate's journal. "Add rope to your bag. You may only need it once, but it could save your life." Tapping her writing he adds, "And double your rations. Even if you plan to eat at restaurants, things happen." He pauses, tail flicking in thought. "I don't think I could live without those. Or my Mother's guidance." He's only spoken to Dygra twice, but every interaction taught him something new about the world and himself. Edmund Reborn In Fire