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[For the longest time, Cheria didn't want to believe that it was true. That Asbel's disappearance from the house was just a temporary thing. His belongings were gone, but that didn't mean anything. He could've just been sent home for a brief while and would return soon enough. If it could happen to both herself and Richard, then why not Asbel? Though, now that four days have passed, she has to face the possibility that Asbel has followed the same route as Sophie, Hubert, Pascal and the Captain. That he may not return any time soon, and if he does, he may not remember what had transpired on Luceti.

People will have to know. Asbel had made so many friends here who would miss him... She can't leave this responsibility to King Richard- he's already been through so much. As much as he tries to hide it, Cheria can tell that Asbel's absence is hurting him as much as it's hurting her. No, possibly even more.

With a heavy feeling in her chest, she picks up her journal from the nightstand. She'd been hiding in her room for quite a few hours now, but she's getting restless. As she flips the book open, she starts to pace through the house.]

Ah... I'm sorry, everyone. This announcement will only take a moment. That is... To everyone who's met Asbel Lhant... [She chokes back a sob as she enters the living room. Having to announce it to the world only makes it that much more real.]

T-To everyone who may miss him... I'm afraid he's been s-sent home. I'm... I'm sure it's for the best, so please don't-

[Her voice cuts off abruptly as she takes a seat on the couch, only to realize she sat down on something. Or... someone. She tilts her head to the left curiously and breathes a sharp gasp when she realizes she's sitting in the lap of a boy who's lying sprawled out across the couch. Not just any boy, either.]

A-ASBEL!

[The journal slips from her hands in shock, though not before recording a bit of Asbel's response:] ... Huh? Cheria, what are- [There's a loud thud and the recording cuts off completely.]

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No, it's fine. I can get them later. [He doesn't want to burden you with it, Cheria.

...But mostly he just wants to spend some time with you.]

[That intention is flying way over Cheria's head right now.] Are you sure? You must be cold...

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No, really, I'm fine. It's pretty warm in here, don't you think? [And yet you say he's oblivious.]

Ah... If you say so. Then, do you need anything else? Something to eat, perhaps? [She just wants to be of use to Asbel, okay.]

Well-- [Asbel's stomach seems to chime in to answer her instead with a growl.]

...Ahahah... hahah.

[... Well.]

Would you like a sandwich? I think we still have some sliced chicken in the refridgerator.

That sounds great.

Then, I'll be right back.

[And she starts to head towards the kitchen. If Asbel wants to follow, that's cool. ~~And if Asbel wants curry, he'll have to wait for dinner.~~]

[Asbel debates going to find Richard for a moment while he waits, but decides against it. Cheria might get worried if he vanished while she was preparing him food. And it shouldn't take her more than a moment.

...He knows any conversation he has with Richard will be much longer than that.

So he rocks on his heels for a bit, before deciding to follow her.]

[Once in the kitchen, Cheria will get started on making that sandwich. Bread, mayo, chicken... Maybe she can sneak some lettuce in there, too.]

It's... so funny that you would return right on the moment where I was about to announce that you'd been sent home.

[At this point, Asbel could eat the table.]

I'm starting to think they do it on purpose.

I should hope the Malnosso have better things to do than playing practical jokes on their guinea pigs.

[She continues to pile ingredients onto the sandwich, then finishes it off with the second slice of bread and moves the plate in Asbel's direction.]

Well-- [He was about to say something, but is cut off by the deliverance of his sandwich.]

Ah. Thanks, Cheria.

You're welcome! [She gives him a bright smile. Somehow, it already feels like everything is back to normal, but what is 'normal' in a place like this, anyway?]

[he holds the plate in one hand, grabbing the sandwich with the other hand. It'd probably be a good idea to give the food a taste, after all. So he raises it to his lips and takes a bite, and--]

[...Oh, this is good. Like, really good. But, of course, it was made by Cheria. She's always been so talented when it came to things like this...]

Delicious!

I'm glad you like it. [It's not like she put that much effort into the sandwich, but after all Asbel's been through, he deserves proper food.]

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