WHAT I'VE DONE - open; wandering

Aizawa wasn't one to really care about his own health, either. Of course, his reasoning was probably different from North's. When he had been sick recently, he had even gone as far as to go out on a patrol after being assigned the task, which eventually proved to be too much for him. He regretted going quickly after setting off, as his frequent stops only slowed them down. He was a calculating man that was focused on diligence though he realized it had been his own fault. Either way, whether he had learned his lesson or not was yet to be discovered.

When he noticed the leopard walking through the village, he hadn't been to interested, more focused on his nap than anything else. But as he slowly came to, jaws opening in a loud yawn, he figured he might as well keep an eye on him. Maybe apologize for hitting him when they first met, if he was feeling generous. He followed the paw-prints to where North was, making his way over and stopping a few feet away from where he stood, ear flickering at the words he spoke. It hadn't taken them long to find out he was having memory problems.

"North," he says, hoping to get his attention. Damn, he wished he had brought his sleeping bag along. The lion still wasn't accustomed to the cold. "You're doing well, I assume? Better than you were doing at the border, anyways," his eyes tail down to the lake, which may have been the one he nearly drowned in, if it weren't for Kilua. He couldn't be sure, though.

"SPEECH"

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