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The smell of the pheasant was delicious, Alex's tail wagged gently in response to Imperia and her food, looking up with a tired soft brown gaze. He lifted his head up, opening his mouth once but closing after he couldn't bring himself to speak. His stomach growled violently at him, the scent of the pheasant overwhelming him. He scooted closer, sniffing at the basket before pulling a piece off with his teeth carefully.

He was grateful to the group gathered for being rather quiet, but they were still here. He wasn't in the mood to be scolded. Although seeing Oni out and about raised his spirits a little, then immediately back down again when he felt guilty once Onision realized the full extend of his health currently. "Eating must've slipped my mind." Alex addressed no one in particular, taking another bite of the bird, this time a slightly larger one, running his tongue over his teeth. "Sad..." He blinked, keeping a completely neutral expression despite the topic at hand and associated feelings. "I suppose I feel sad. I feel many things, little Icarus. It's tiring."

"I am fine." He insisted, turning his attention to Romanempire. They were not going to let him waste away, he was sure of this. But he selfishly didn't want them to worry, either. Surely there was more productive things to do. "Or at least, I will be. You don't need to worry, I do not demand concern."

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