PHYSICAL STATE: Healing cuts on hand.
MENTAL STATE: Fairly well.
HEALTH STATE: Currently healthy.
WORK UPDATE: Two days off.
Her request took him by surprise, and he sighed again. He knew how she felt. So many times he’d wanted to tell Al to leave him alone because it would be better, because all Ed did was make him suffer. But he didn’t want Lan Fan to feel like she was a burden because she wasn’t.
Without really knowing what he was doing or why he was doing it, he had wrapped his arms around her, fully expecting to be hit or pushed away, but he had to do it. “You won’t,” he said. “Okay? You’re not gonna make me suffer.”
Lan Fan did not have a response to that. She just stood in silence, slightly flinching when Edward hugged her but taking no further action. She remained in position, her own arms by her side and her head straight up, a perplexed and perhaps somewhat troubled expression currently ruling her features. Lan Fan wasn’t used to hugs. She’d hardly received them in her life— not from Fu, not from anyone. Naturally, it wasn’t something she was overly fond of, but it brought relief; solace.
She wanted to say something. Anything. But words simply wouldn’t come. What could she say, anyhow? What could she say when she’d been believing that she was worth little to nothing as a servant (she was called a watchdog of the Yao clan— and it was not a friendly term at all— for god’s sake), and that she was not worthy of anyone’s care or worry? When her entire life she’d just felt like a burden whenever some had to take care of her?
It was a belief that had stuck with her since she was really young. And old habits— and beliefs— die hard.
So, Lan Fan. With all your real family gone, are there any people you consider to be family?
She didn’t like the greyface’s first mentioned fact. It was one of the rare truths Lan Fan hated facing— that she was alone, the last remainder of her family. In the few generations before her, it had gradually grown smaller, eventually only ending up with one child every generation. She was actually the exception of that, being the actual second born. yet, she was the only one who’d made it through infancy.
yeah; another dead family member.
one she’d never even met
Though there were only three (as if it wasn’t enough) deaths that had ever affected her, the fact she’d never been able to meet her brother, her grandparents other than Fu— or even had had the chance to grow close to her parents— troubled her more than she cared to admit. It always stayed on her mind, especially the what if.
But, in turn, there were a few people the girl had come to see as family. There was Sheik, of course, who was like a brother to her— hell, h was even the same age her brother would have been, had he lived. She trusted him, looked up to him, simply felt comfortable and at home around him, as if they’d actually grown up alongside each other. It was odd- but he really was like the brother that she’d never had.
And then there was Dolcetto. Dolcetto, who had told her he wasn’t worth getting close to. Who’d told her to stay away from him. But stubborn as she was, she’d refused, and continued to visit him at the bar. And over time, the man had become like a father to her. There was no other way to put it— but he really was a father figure in her life, now that both her father and grandfather were gone.
and it was odd, because though very different
she could see certain similarities between
the chimera and the old man
❝There are a few people— I am fairly sure they know who they are. There is one person so dear to me I consider him a brother, and one person so dear to me I consider him to be a father figure. That’s all you need to know.❞
Ed couldn’t help his smile. “Believe me, Lan Fan, you’re talking to someone who understands. But you’re not causing me any suffering, okay? I worry about everyone who matters to me. Al, Ling, you. Just how it works.” He rested a hand on her shoulder. “So you don’t worry about it.”
❝…could you promise me one thing, Edward?❞ She paused for a moment, still unsure whether to request this of him. But she’d already asked him if he could promise her— and she was never one to back down. ❝…please tell me if I ever do cause you to suffer. …I strive to protect, after all.❞ She tensed a little when she felt his hand on her shoulder, however she relaxed soon after. She trusted him; his touch was not one that made her feel uneasy any more.
"Not even a little." She replied cheerily, setting a soft folded blanket on the chair nearest to her friend and then disappearing into her room for a moment, returning with one of her clean silk robes and making a small motion toward the hallway on the opposite side of the room.
"There’s a guest bathroom at the end of the hall there where you can change."
Lan Fan just shook her head— it was really something she should get used to. Previously, the only one who’d taken care of her ever was Fu. It just felt odd to have others beside him or herself do it, but she was graduate getting better at accepting it. She took the robe— bowing in gratitude— and left for the bathroom. It actually felt good to rid of her wet clothes, which she hung over the side of the bathtub to dry, and put on the soft and warm robe.
Then, she returned to the room and sat down on the couch, humming softly without noticing it herself.
“Pokemon are creatures with amazing powers.” He began with a smile upon his face. “They come in different forms as well as different types. You see, the three main types are Fire, Grass and Water, they’re your starter types. When a child becomes ten years old, they can embark on their own journey to catch all of the types of Pokemon. And those three starter types are the ones someone would normally start with.” He thought to stop there, as that was a lot to take in, and he glanced at her.
“You’re following me so far?”
Types? Powers? Starter types?
It was a lot to take in, and it still confused her. Creatures with special powers, special types? It was so very different from animals. Lan Fan couldn’t say she was a big animal lover— but there were some she adored (like dogs and horses). But to catch them? Lan Fan wished she could keep a pet sometimes, but that was different from catching them. For the sake of the moment, however, she nodded. She understood his words after all— she just didn’t understand the purpose.
❝I suppose so.❞
She gave the girl a look, setting the kettle on the stove. “I’m not giving you a choice in this.” She told her, already walking to the linen closet. “If those clothes are soaked I will get you a robe as well. Protest all you like I will not have you becoming ill when there are measures I can take to prevent it.” This was the stubborn avarice showing in her, but there wasn’t much to be done about that.
❝…you’re not letting me off the hook, are you?❞ she sighed, but decided to accept the woman’s hospitality. For once, she was in no mood to fight with another stubborn mind, and she knew she could hardly win from a stubbornness fuelled by avarice. And she really couldn’t risk falling ill, anyhow.
Ed sighed and shook his head. “Yeah, doesn’t work like that, sorry. You’re my friend and the worry is part of the package.”
Lan Fan frowned and sighed in response— she knew that worry came with friendship, and everyone knew the warrior worried about just about everyone she even remotely loved. But it had always been hard for her to accept that worry in return.
❝…I know, Edward. …I just don’t want to be the cause of one’s suffering, and having people care about me, worry about me…❞ she stopped abruptly, not at all being comfortable with what she’d wanted to say. She was sure, however, that Ed was catching her drift (which would be bad enough).
"I know you’re not made of glass, Lan Fan, jeez. I feel like I’m kinda justified in being concerned when you’re always bleeding when I see you, though.”
❝It’s not like I’ve never seen you covered in blood. And just because I bruise my hand while training often does not mean your worry is justified. …it’s honestly not necessary, all right? Don’t… don’t waste your time on it.❞