the disease is called love / p, nayru

he waited there, feeling his head pound and he hoped she was at home. he preyed to gods he didn't believe in.

finally she opened the door, and he saw her, expecting immediate disgust or scolding, but instead she just calmly let him in. he gazed around her house- it smelled entirely of recently extinguished candles, and it sent the boy's mind wandering. "if you're busy, i'll just go..." he muttered, but he was already sitting down and decided not to say it again louder.

she introduced herself. nayru. he had heard her name earlier, when vigenere had sent for her the time beck's trap led to his back leg being lacerated. and she had a pet alligator... named chadwick? he sent her a confused glance but then he started rambling.

"so yesterday i ate that rotten meat. cause' i'm stupid, we'll get that out of the way," he spoke. "and today. i woke up with a headache, and my stomach really hurts, and i think i'm running a fever. i see no possible way the meat and my sickness could be related, though." he said, unironically.