" ... Hey."
He was facing away from them, looking out the hospital room's window.
" Evening, Lyena."
" You've come to challenge me to take your title back, right? ... I don't mind it. I've already decided I would only follow you."
" ... Then let's think of it as, if I win, you must be in my court. And if you win, I will be in yours."
" ... That's very fair of you, Nova."
" It's for Wille's sake, at any rate. I don't mind being aligned with DASS so much."
He shifted in bed. Faced him.
" Give me this month to rest. I've more procedures to go through. It's not honorable to fight someone who's already weakened."
" Why so many, Lyena?"
" ... Because I'm Lyena, and I can do as I please."
" Will you be alright with being Lyewa?"
" As long as I can travel with DASS. Being Lyewa might even be more convenient for such a thing," he said. " I don't like the feeling of being at home. It's old, and fearful."
Nova set a hand on his head.
" I'm sorry," he said. " ... For when you were in pain, I could not see it, and I hated you for being miserable."