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[unfastens]

I don't see the kindness in it.

[ she's not some sickly old woman or battle-scarred veteran - she's not even a bear, not really. She's just a normal teenage girl. There's no universe where he can accept that a peaceful death at fifteen would be kind to her. Bruno can hardly blame her for being so cynical, considering all that's happened to her; he also can't agree. His stubborn belief that she deserves better is what got both of them this far, and it seems it's not going away anytime soon. ]

If you don't think you're in danger for the moment, I'll believe you. But I'm keeping an eye on you for a while.

[ ... metaphorically. He's ceased his staring, and has politely-for-real-this-time directed his gaze towards the window and the sun shining through it. At least he's not so dense that he couldn't pick up on her embarrassment. ]

Maybe some research on our condition is in order.

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[That's the one thing that will ever be constant with Bruno. His unshakable belief in what's right, and in justice for the people who won't see it unless they reach for that justice with their own two hands, or if they can't...that he does it for them.

Trish doesn't say anything further, as bitter as she is, because Bruno is already worried, and speaking casually about dying probably won't do a damn thing to assuage that. It's not like she wants to either, but if the fog god decided she wasn't worth keeping around, what would stop her from letting his pink charge slip away, you know?

She watches him out of the corner of her eye, and when he looks away properly she lets her gaze slide back to study him, since she's the only one allowed to stare, apparently. She finds he's the same Bruno as always in the way he holds himself, although it's impossible to ignore the ursine features and his hand-paws, which are larger and more animal than hers even in the bright sun. She scoots back to lean against her bed, resting her hands in her lap.]

By "our condition", do you mean the fact we're both werebears? Because I doubt this is related.

[She believes in her shitty luck more than anything else. And if she's unsurprised by his insistence in watching her, he's likely unsurprised by her complaints.]

You're not going to linger in here all day, are you?

[Worse, if he makes shifts out of it between him and Fugo, she may perish from embarrassment!]

[unfastens]

[ she's not wrong; it probably isn't related, seeing as he lives in the same house as her and has been completely fine. But he needs to start somewhere, and all the research he's managed has only shown him that it's not some curse from the "gods" nor some sleeping sickness affecting the city. That means it's probably some more specific quality about Trish. Since she never had any problems like this before (based on what he knows of her life in Italy, anyway), his next guess would be that it's related to something that happened to her here, and there is one singular, obvious change to consider.

It's pointless to bicker over it, however, especially because he's going to do it regardless of what Trish thinks. (Sorry, Trish.) Her following complaint draws his gaze back to her. ]

Are you planning to?

[ it's not clear if this is a "yes" or not, and, as usual, his expression gives very little away, although the slight tilt of his head might. ]

Bruno: i shan't fight / Trish: [rolling up her sleeves anyway]

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[Trish has heard of people occasionally going into comas...but they all usually wind up in the graveyard when they awake from their "nap". But she's been here the whole time, asleep and not much worse for wear. And distinctly not covered in dirt, so it's not like anyone had to go unearthing her before dragging her back home.

She gets why Bruno is worried then, but the last thing she wants is to hold so much of his attention when he's given her that and so much more already. She would physically fight a virus and God if it meant Bruno Bucciarati wouldn't have to worry about her anymore.

Trish plants both of her hands on the floor, then, and meets the tilts of his head with a posture that is very much a challenge from the smaller werebear as she leans forward and hisses:]

You are not following me around outside of my room either.

[Absolutely not! It would be mortifying.

But she's the one sitting on the floor and complaining while he's in good shape, so what can she do to stop him, really? Of course, she has no idea he might also be worried because of what happened with the doubles. Something she knows nothing about. Hell, maybe she was asleep because one tried to poison her, since few of them were strong enough to fight a bear one on one.]