"Hello, Richter"
"Are you all right? Mr. Richt."
"... a tice to the Illis"
The door is knocked lightly and the sisters of the high elves come in a little.
Nothing unusual in particular, and I'm not as overworried as Faelice is.
From Richt, this one was just a little more thankful.
"Today we are going to see Mr. Richter. I hope it heals soon......"
"A souvenir for Mr. Richt. Fruits harvested in the realm of the Iris"
"Oh, thank you"
Handed to me by Illis are more colorful fruits than I've ever seen.
I can hardly imagine the taste at all.
When you look at it, it looks like it's poisonous.
"Yeah. Thanks for coming. Thanks to Richt, I don't have to do my job today."
"Right..."
"Iris. I'm glad I can rest, but you can't say that in front of Mr. Richter. Mr. Richter is suffering, too."
"I'm sorry, sister"
Meh - and Thisse scolds Iris.
In one way or another, I thought I should scold you for your low awareness of the job, but he also has a slightly uneven sense of Thyse.
With regard to being able to rest, Thysse also viewed it positively.
"Oh, I'll see you properly even if you say you're going to rest, so you can always tell me if you're in trouble"
"I will."
"Is there anything you want me to do for now? I wish I could."
"Well then... if you could get rid of the ice you've used"
Yes - and Tisse laughs nicely and gets to work.
With Rosé doing most of the work the day before, there is only enough work left for Tisse to do alone.
Iris sits in the right chair and looks around the room glued.
I still seem free to say I can rest, but I have nothing to do.
Besides, I'm in the middle of Tisse working on it now.
I can't get you to play, and I can't take a nap in Richter's room I'm unfamiliar with.
"Sister. What's Iris supposed to do?
"Hmm. It's still okay, Iris"
"... mmm"
Lightly flushed by Tisse, Iris leaks his dissatisfied voice by placing his legs on the plug.
It's been a long time since I've been dealt with this far enough to say I'm in Richt's care.
Jealousy of Moyamoya and Richt for Thysse.
Those two bump into each other in the Illis.
"Cohon Cohon. Sister, Illis may have gotten a little sick too"
Iris deliberately coughs, confirming the look on Chirali and Tisse's face.
It's somewhat forceful, but I don't like this, but Thisse should look.
Oh - and he was actually showing a troubled kind of reaction.
"If you get sick, you're gonna have to take some bitter pills too, Iris."
"Huh?"
"Maybe I'll have to give you an injection. Must hurt."
"... I knew you might be fine"
When he heard the words, Thysse laughed and went back to work.