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Sir, you just tried to stand and fell to the ground. You are about as far as from fine as one gets.

[Felix. Felix, honey, you're going to give Camilla an aneurysm. Lorenz could certainly be picky from time to time, but Felix is a whole new level of stubborn. Like, honestly, what is she supposed to do at this point???

The answer, as it seems, is to get the bandages and hold them out for Felix.]

You can apply the bandages yourself, if you're so inclined. But I would be utterly remiss to let the first fun opponent I've had wind up rendering himself unable to continue fighting. Surely, you understand.

But so help me, goddess above, I will take that leg of yours myself and apply them if you continue to be so utterly stubborn. I would advise you to make peace with your pride very quickly.

[...hey Camilla, honey? Do you even realize how much like a threat that sounds???]

[...that is absolutely a threat??? That's a threat, but she also gave him a compliment, and now she's shoving bandages in his hand like he knows a single damn thing about taking care of himself??

Give him a moment while he stares at her as he tries to work through the ????????? It's fine. He's got this? He's got this.]

Tch. Fine.

[Okay, so the problem is his knee and the area just below so... He should... probably just wrap that up, right? Sure, that seems about right. He doesn't try to splint it or do anything halfway normal, just wrapping the bandages very tightly around his knee like this will somehow help. All while glaring daggers at the injury like this will make him appear Tough.

...He's hopeless, please save him, Camilla.]

[Ah, good! Sure, Camilla terrified him into submission, but he's taking care of himself and this should all turn out fine, right? Right!!]

Good. Do see to it that you...

[...wait, wait, no, she's watching this and this is already a disaster. Oh, honey, you have no idea what you're doing, do you. Camilla at least tries to watch for a moment before sighing.]

No, no--you've never had an injury like this before, have you? [Camilla's voice is at least a little more gentle, this time.] Will you allow me to show you how to do it properly? Simply wrapping it around your knee like that isn't going to help; it's liable to make the injury worse.

Tch.

[The sound is more annoyed this time, and his glare is boring holes in his knee at this point. He refuses to look up at her, but he grunts and quickly unwinds the bandages before thrusting it into her hands.]

I need to be able to walk on it, so fine.

[It sounds like this is the biggest concession in the world... and maybe to him, it is. Training injuries aren't uncommon, but he's never had to treat his own before and he doesn't know the first thing about how to handle it. So it's for the best if she helps, even though he's going scarlet at the thought of being unable to do this himself.]

[...Why are you like this, boy. Camilla sighs a bit, smiling a little more easily as she settles a little closer and starts properly taking care of Felix's injury.]

I do thank you, sir. Please, do watch closely. It will make it much easier to take care of your own injury in the future, should you need to.

[Camilla works to make sure the injury is properly supported--a fracture like that is going to require some splints and the like, and Camilla is thankful she is always prepared in case her lord takes an injury or the like. It's working out quite well.

She'll talk while she works, though, casually and without a care in the world.]

Please, do allow me to offer my most humble of apologies for causing this; I am afraid that I am not terribly good at knowing my own strength. [Camilla smiles, though.] You have proven to be an incredible opponent, however; far more than anyone who I have fended off for my lord before. How long have you been training for?

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[He makes a noise that's probably assent at the first part and he does watch her work. He's still bright pink and his face is screwed up in a nasty scowl, but that's probably better than being in pain. He doesn't look at her, even when he words shift to... more praise, oh goddess what is he supposed to do with that—]

Years. I learned to hold a sword before I learned to read.

[He pauses, then huffs.]

...My family's always been that crazy. Most people in Faerghus are.

[His mind strays to his brother, and it's a struggle to get himself to focus on the present.]

Anyway, I'm here to get stronger, and I like challenging tough opponents. So don't... Ugh.

[The disgusted groan is more aimed at himself than at Camilla.]

Don't be stupid and blame yourself for... for not holding back or whatever. That'd just be an insult. I've had worse injuries, anyway.

[He's positively pouting now, but at least he managed to say what he wanted to...]

[Camilla listens while Felix talks, taking all of that in. So he's from Faerghus, huh...that makes sense, she supposes. She's never been there herself, but what he says of it certainly gives her an impression of warriors training at all hours of the day, perfecting their art, in a nation where the strong survive...

She doesn't know if that's a good impression or not. It's not really any of her business, though, but it is something to note.]

I see. It's rather obvious in the way you fight, I would say. You know the blade better than most I have seen.

[...Which isn't saying a lot, considering Camilla's own worldview is limited. But he's really only second to Byleth themselves.

That second portion, though...Camilla doesn't stop her work, but she will look at Felix's face when he says that, expression unreadable as she tries to...suss that out...goddess above, this is an experience but she thinks she gets it? He appreciates strength, even if it does injure him...

Camilla does smile a bit, in contrast to Felix's pout.]

I see. Then I shall not blame myself; I simply did not wish for this to reflect poorly upon my lord, or myself. [Camilla chuckles some, putting on the finishing touches.] I can understand that mindset. It is simply fun to seek out stronger opponents, and test your might against them...it is not something I have ever had the opportunity to seek out for myself, before now.

[And done! Camilla will draw back some. That should be perfect.]

There. Try to move your leg, and see how that feels? Do let me know if I should make any adjustments.

[He doesn't look at her while she speaks, instead focusing on what she's doing. It seems pretty simple, and he feels stupid for not knowing how to handle this on his own. It makes the blush burn brighter, and he's thankful when she finally draws back a bit.

He moves his leg, bending the knee with a small wince and flexing afterwards. It's going to be hell to get to the infirmary, but with the added support it will at least be possible now.]

Feels fine. [As fine as it can be, anyway.] And uh... Thanks.

[It's awkward, tremendously so, but it's genuine. He rolls his pant leg back down and carefully moves to stand. He manages it this time, though he's heavily favoring his non-injured leg.]

Don't worry about it reflecting badly on you. Or your lord. I don't care about any of that. The only thing I care about is having a rematch with you as soon as I'm healed.

[Something else occurs to him then, and then he huffs loudly.]

...Name's Felix.

[He probably should've introduced himself earlier??]

It's no trouble.

[Camilla looks visibly relieved when Felix manages to stand, but there is still a twinge of worry there--that definitely smarted a lot more than Camilla intended, and getting to the infirmary looks like it's going to be literal hell on earth. What she'd give to not be forbidden from using magic, so maybe she could learn faith...

...The worry abates slightly at Felix's words, though. She's glad; the last thing Lord Lorenz needs is to hear that she's causing injuries to students from other territories. That'd no doubt cause some problems, but Camilla will likewise stand, brushing off her longer uniform skirt and bowing politely.]

My name is Camilla. It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Felix.

[She'll draw back up once that's out there. Camilla doesn't recognize him off the top of her head, but then again, she's not very familiar with the Faerghus territory's nobility...she'll have to ask Lord Lorenz later.

(...and proceed to die at the realization she almost broke the heir to a dukedom's leg, but it's fine. probably.)]

I am quite glad for your lack of caring, then. It's certainly kind of you. [Camilla giggles a bit, only slightly teasingly, hiding it politely behind her hand.] And I do look forward to that rematch with you. It's nice to have someone to fight with, who doesn't hold back because I'm a lady.

[...Hopefully Felix can actually hobble to the infirmary, though. Camilla doesn't say anything, but the concern is a little clear on her face even still.]

[Kind?? He's not kind, ugh... Felix snorts at that, but he's quick to dismiss it as she moves on.]

Yeah, yeah. You'd better not hold back on me next time. I'll be pissed if you do.

[He starts making his way toward the doors, trying to keep from wincing. It's not easy going and it's really damn slow, but he can sort of hobble on his own, so at least there's that?]

I won't. You won't have to worry about that.

[Of course, Camilla does watch as he starts hobbling along, and you know. This could definitely be fine, and she could get back to her drills in peace and quiet while he does. He's not her responsibility by any means.

...

So naturally, Camilla is going to walk over, not even bothering to gather her things, clearing her throat to get his attention.]

Hold a moment. [Camilla folds her hands in front of her, polite as ever.] ...That's going to be an incredibly slow going process. Would you like some support to get you to the infirmary faster?

[This is just. Painful to watch, my dude. This is already a little excessive as it stands, but getting him there faster would be better than the whole damn monastery seeing Felix hobble along.]

[You know, the blush was starting to die down and Felix was perfectly content with leaving it at that and never addressing it again, but no. Here we are. Because Camilla's insisting on trying to help him.

So naturally, he goes pink and scoffs.]

I don't need any more help. I'm fine. I've got this.

[He makes it about as far as the doors before he realizes that he... kind of can't pull them open very easily like this...

The groan he lets out is loud and embarrassed.]

Just... help me get the door open, okay.

[being felix is suffering...]

[Camilla does inwardly wonder why this boy is going so red in the face, but she's coming to the conclusion that Felix is just. Incredibly like this--it's something she doesn't understand, really, the intricacies of this cactus of a boy who won't accept help...it just doesn't make sense. It almost reminds her of one of her little brothers, who used to be like this all of the time...

But she will, of course, go over and help get those doors for him with a gentle, slightly exasperated smile on her face the entire time.]

If you insist. But do simply try to be careful.

[...]

And do not try to rush yourself. You'll wind up making your injury worse if you do.

[oh my god stop nagging the poor boy camilla

Either way, she is absolutely going to wait by the doors and make sure Felix can at least hobble on out of sight, before she even attempts to go back. Because she will get him over to the infirmary herself if she has to.]

[it's fine camilla, don't worry, tsuns just be like this

He nods curtly at her words, mostly because he doesn't trust himself to speak at the moment. He doesn't know how to accept help or kindness like this in any sort of halfway sane manner, so it's easiest just to shut up and keep moving. He does take it slow, occasionally pausing for a moment to catch his breath and will down the pain, but he thankfully doesn't push himself too hard.

Better yet, it's not long before he ambushed by two people - a girl with long blonde hair tied back and a red-haired boy who is all too boisterous with Felix. He snaps at the latter and even though he's protesting (loudly, very loudly), they're quick to grab his arms around their shoulders and drag him off to the infirmary without any further fuss.]

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