Andros looked at Celes as if to gauge her reaction, and Celes nodded.
"Go," she mouthed, before bringing the slice of steak unto her mouth.
"Okay. I’m on my way. I’ll handle it. Have you tried any remedies or given him any medication?”
[I’ve given him some fever-reducing medicine, but it hasn’t helped so far. I’m really worried, Andros.]
“I understand. I’ll be there as fast as I can. Try to keep Reign cool and hydrated until I arrive.”
[Thank you, Andros. I’m just so worried about him.]
Andros looked at Celes, filled with awkwardness and guilt. Celes nodded, understanding what would come next.
"Go," Celes replied, her voice steady. "He needs you."
“I’m sorry for having to leave suddenly, Celes. I didn’t expect this.”
“It’s okay. Duty comes first. I hope Reign feels better soon.”
Andros' lips tightened into a thin line.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“There’s no need to worry about that right now. Just focus on Reign.”
"I’ll see you later at home, then?”
Celes did not bother to reply.