[The redhead is easy to spot, alone in the distance, though Felix is stunned to see him. Sylvain is here, too? He was starting to wonder if it was just Dimitri.]
[He didn't realize until just now, seeing him here, how stressed he was feeling not knowing when he would see him again. It's hard to grasp that sudden feeling of relief. Not that that means he'll go easy on him...]
[He approaches to meet him, but then notices Sylvain is moving like he's drunk... and then collapses down against a wall.]
Sylvain!!!
[Who knows if Sylvain heard him call out or not before he went unconscious. Felix rushes to him and grabs his shoulders, forcing him back upright. He shakes him. Even slaps his gloved hand on the side of his face, hard, to no effect.]
Wake up, you fool! What's wrong with you??
[Felix doesn't know about the poisonings... but obviously something is wrong with Sylvain. He pulls him up into his arms, struggling a little with the awkwardness of lifting a limp form taller than himself, and carries him to a nearby bench to lay him there.]
[The things he learned about his essence, Prince Phillip, come to mind. He could wake Sylvain up right now, find out what's wrong with him, berate him if he's just drunk. But the depth of Sylvain's unconsciousness worries him. He can't leave him like this. He might stop breathing.]
[He stands up stiffly, flustering over what he knows he has to do, but painfully worried. Then he acts decisively, grabbing Sylvain's shoulders again in a bruising grip, and hits clenched lips to Sylvain's mouth, suffusing him with the magic of awakening.]
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[He didn't realize until just now, seeing him here, how stressed he was feeling not knowing when he would see him again. It's hard to grasp that sudden feeling of relief. Not that that means he'll go easy on him...]
[He approaches to meet him, but then notices Sylvain is moving like he's drunk... and then collapses down against a wall.]
Sylvain!!!
[Who knows if Sylvain heard him call out or not before he went unconscious. Felix rushes to him and grabs his shoulders, forcing him back upright. He shakes him. Even slaps his gloved hand on the side of his face, hard, to no effect.]
Wake up, you fool! What's wrong with you??
[Felix doesn't know about the poisonings... but obviously something is wrong with Sylvain. He pulls him up into his arms, struggling a little with the awkwardness of lifting a limp form taller than himself, and carries him to a nearby bench to lay him there.]
[The things he learned about his essence, Prince Phillip, come to mind. He could wake Sylvain up right now, find out what's wrong with him, berate him if he's just drunk. But the depth of Sylvain's unconsciousness worries him. He can't leave him like this. He might stop breathing.]
[He stands up stiffly, flustering over what he knows he has to do, but painfully worried. Then he acts decisively, grabbing Sylvain's shoulders again in a bruising grip, and hits clenched lips to Sylvain's mouth, suffusing him with the magic of awakening.]