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"She is asleep now." Zald says after a moment of concentration, the harsh coughing of Alfia slowing down until slumber takes her [hopefully not her last]. though his senses are going softer with each day of living, the poison eroding his body one second after another. Zald had in his hands a wooden sword that he had continuously hit Bell with, the training causing rough edges to form on the boy mind and body. Soothed out by the training and care Alfia could give.
Zeus, looks on each day like he could fall. Being one of his commanders, and longest member of the former great familia meant that Zeus treated him like his own child, more so than his actual children. Some parts of him are already rotting, and he wears cheap but strong perfume to hide the smell.
"Thats good." Says Bell, breathing a sigh of relief upon hearing that. After all Alfia, was for all intents and purpose his mother now.
The relationship between all of them can grow stronger [while Alfia and Zeus grows more dangerous] but the older adventurer pairs time on this mortal realm, slowly goes dimmer.
Zald, in a rare moment of hunger [stomach lining grows weak, poison grows stronger] gestures to Bell.
"Come, we shall go to the bakery, while the sun is still out."
"Alright!"