Floor 4, Room 2

[dadsandals]

YAMATO

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[troublereduction]

Whare are you, an old man? [ It's a joke. ] But I can prob'ly relieve some of it, yeah.

[dadsandals]

Yep, that's me.

[ ALSO A JOKE... ]

Alright. Do I just need to sit, then?

[troublereduction]

Yeah, just hold still.

[ Day mutters his spell, and it might feel al little odd how there's just a gentle sensation soothing the ache away. It's neither warm nor cold, simply is. ]

[dadsandals]

[ God bless our healers, honestly. ]

Yeah. It's definitely working.

[ He stretches his back, and yes, something absolutely audibly cracked a little, but he seems to sit up a little straighter. ]

Heh, I don't know what I'd do without you. Thanks for always looking out for me, Day.

[troublereduction]

[ Sir, aren't you like the same age as Day? Possibly even younger? ]

Ain't no trouble. There anythin' else that stood out to you durin' the mission?

[dadsandals]

Mm...not really, I don't think. It was a lot of fighting, finding out what happened to Collodi, and then getting to the source of all the bad energy.

[ It was still a lot, though. ]

Oh -- we had some assistance from the spirits, I think. I know Ginger spoke to them and they agreed to help when we needed it. Not sure if we ever made use of it, but that was an option, at least.

[troublereduction]

Huh. I guess we're at the point where the spirits listen to us more. [ Enough to honour requests beyond casting spells, it seems. ]

[dadsandals]

Mm, seems like it. I wonder why...

[ Not that he's complaining, though. It's nice to have them on their side. ]

I'm trying not to ask them for anything; I'd rather save my communication with them for when it matters most. I'm not really good at that sort of thing, anyway.

[troublereduction]

Haha, maybe that's why the spirits decided to help that time. [ From what he understands of the Eastern disposition. ] You ever tried talkin' to them?