Night 48: M81-M90 Hallway

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[M88]

Leon told himself not to be disappointed that he would be working again tonight rather than getting an extra break. If Jun hadn't disappeared he would have been working anyway. Now he had the opportunity to take care of the offer he'd made Guy a while back. (Which was good, since then he wouldn't have to worry about it any longer.)

He didn't even know if Claude's friend was bringing any metal, and his own supplies were dwindling. Soon he might have to call in a favor from Haseo. The older boy had wanted something to do, hadn't he? The pillowcase was pulled out once more, and the young mage went over his inventory to make certain he'd have enough for a sword of a decent size and weight (assuming that was what Guy wanted). When he was certain he'd be able to manage one more bit of alchemy with what he had, he moved everything aside and sat waiting at his desk.

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The similarity to Ion made Luke linger near Leon's side a little longer. He knew it was probably too close for someone he just met, but he couldn't bring himself to part ways just yet. This wasn't Ion, but he remembered how selfish he had been in the past with Ion, and how he refused to care for him at first. Now, he couldn't deny that part of himself; it was who he was. Leon's well-being was more important than his sword at the moment. Still, it would be impolite to go without thanking him. "Thank you for doing this for me. I'll do whatever I can for you in the future. Just name it."

After a moment, Luke cast a cautious glance toward Guy, who probably could explain this a lot better. "Someone started the fire," he explained, his features immediately marred with his displeasure at this idea. "We found residue."

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Glad to see that Luke was offering up a favor in return for what Leon had done for him, Guy couldn't help smiling. Not that either of them was going to see it, but that wasn't the point. Even though it was in a small way, he was still always pleased when he was given signs of how far his friend had come. A few years back, he would have never imagined that Luke would be so quick to want to repay someone. He'd been entitled; he'd been a brat. But he'd grown out of it.

When Luke started to explain, Guy let out a small sigh and nodded. "It seems pretty likely that it was a patient. Luckily, the fire isn't spreading and we're pretty sure that no one got caught in it." Once again, he didn't bother going into the details of how he knew that. He wasn't going to dump that onto someone so young.

Wanting to make himself useful in some way, Guy moved to collect Luke's sword and then grabbed a sheet off of the unused bed to wrap it in. He wouldn't have done so without asking under other circumstances, but he knew that everything was replaced here. Once the blade was wrapped up neatly, he walked over to Luke and handed it to him. "Here you go." This would do until he fashioned something for the hilt, in any case.