[ It is to be expected, after all. Greenery has a generally soothing effect on him, which she appreciates. ]

It is. I could sit here and read all day...

[ Idly she walks close and reaches out to touch one of the trees. Luckily, it doesn't whack her in the face. ]

That plant has been around for as long as I can remember. [A different plant flies past Reika and floats over the soil. Julius slowly shakes his head.]

Don't mind that one.

[ Why is she not surprised he knows almost every single plant... ]

It... floats?

[ Now that's a curiosity. She walks closer, hesitant in case it decides to lash out. ]

Indeed, it does. I haven't figured out exactly why they behave in this particular manner.

They seem mostly harmless. [Some of them aren't really, but the floating ones won't kill her.]

[ Mostly... ]

How about the ones you keep in our room?

[ Yes, it's 'our' room now. ]

They hold medical properties. It's my emergency supply.

The air plant was different however. That one's from ALASTAIR.

[He answers without making eye contact.]

[ Emergency supply, he says - which brings to mind the question she had been mulling on. ]

Julius... are you hurt anywhere?

[ She had smelled blood on his sheets; while it was faded, it meant he had probably stained it at some point. ]

Not too long ago I suffered from a major burn injury.

I'm fine now, thanks to our dedicated healers. I should be more careful...

[He looks down sulking slightly. It's only thanks to Olivia he's still okay. What if she wasn't around? Would he be in worse shape?]

[ So that was the source of the scent that lingered in the bed. Burned flesh with whatever stuff he received to treat it. It's faint but noticeable, in addition to being puzzling.

She has to suppress a sigh. ]

Please do be more careful. We resist heat but not to that extent.

[ She has half a mind to ask to check his injuries, but that's something best done in private. ]

I'll be accompanying you the best I can, but I might not be able to be around all the time. Try not to get hurt, okay?

I'll do my best. When you go out there it becomes hard to watch out for others...as well as yourself.

I miscalculated and that was the result. [An unfortunate accident that Julius would avoid repeating. He covers up the scar exposed on his skin by rolling down his sleeve. Reika's worrying over him already. It's not telling him good things. ]

[ There's no use chiding him over something that's already passed, so she leaves it as it is. However, the movement is enough to draw her attention, and in a second she has her hand on his arm. ]

Let me see that.

[ Her voice is firm. ]

Not here...we'll return to our quarters.

[Julius places his hand on hers and slowly looks away. He points in the direction of the door. This is clearly trying to delay the inevitable, but at last they get some privacy.]

[ Maybe she's been a bit too harsh. Still, he's relenting. ]

Okay. [ Then, a beat: ] I'm sorry.

[ Her grip on his arm softens, and in a moment she lets go so they can walk properly. ]

Don't be.

[That's all he says before they make it to their room. He opens the door without even a word. It's so awkward between them, but he supposes that it can't be helped. Julius makes sure that Reika's following him before he shuts the door completely. ]

[ The tension is back in the air again, her uncertainty compounding the resultant silence. She still doesn't know the best way to handle this situation, and her concern might have hurt him instead. It's hard when she already has to muster up some degree of finesse when speaking to him. ]

If you don't want to, I won't press for anything.

[ She feels like she has to say this, more to reaffirm herself than anything else. ]

No, it's alright.

[He already resigned himself to this back in the garden. Julius takes off his jacket and then his top exposing the long scar running on his back. It goes to his arms. Just from that she can tell it was pretty serious.]

Are you satisfied?

[ It looks horrible. The scarring has stopped bleeding and closed, but it doesn't look very old - three weeks tops, which would place it during the last mission that had just ended. Perditon's Rest, a fire. Enough to give her a dull pain in her heart as empathy, but that's hardly the important thing right now. ]

Julius...

[ Her touch on his back is soft and gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him - which is very true.

Not for the first time she feels utterly incompetent. ]

Reika?

[Julius keeps his head down, sensing her touch on his back. Her hand is warm and kind. It's difficult for him to find the appropriate words for this situation. There isn't anything left for him to say. This was his fault, really.

She shouldn't have to feel guilty over it.]

[ Words are difficult. It's something she's struggled with since young; their family didn't speak much but it was necessary for interacting with other people. She has difficulty untangling her own feelings even now - grief, tentative hope and its accompanying uncertainty. ]

... I'm sorry. I was too harsh.

[ He's been in pain for a year and she sometimes forgets that. It's so easy to just expect the old Julius from him. ]

Apology accepted. [He puts his shirt back on and buttons it together.]

I wasn't the only one hurt, you know. There were others who were in worse condition.

Sometimes I consider myself fortunate.

[ Thinking back on what she's done, it feels like she definitely was a little impulsive - but at the same time she can't ignore her own prior experience. He looks like he's falling apart and the thought of losing her brings her more fear than anything else. It was six months last time, now a year. How long more would they be kept apart? Two, three years? That's far too long.

At least, she thinks it's something he can understand. Hopefully. ]

Julius... I'm sorry. [ Her voice is soft, uncertain. ] I went ahead of myself. But... I don't want you to get hurt. That's my only wish. I can't lose you again.

[ Not like this. ]

I want to help you. But I'm not sure how...

We'll figure out a way. You always have. [His tone is back to the supportive one he always used to use.]

I can't promise you that I'll stay out of danger. That's impossible.

[ Good, his voice has settled. She can feel the weight in her heart drop, but not by much. ]

I wouldn't expect you to, either. [ He isn't the sort to just sit idle when someone needs help. ] Please, let me accompany you. I want to be there for you when you need it.

[ Two people in a sticky situation is better than him going alone. ]