Crios rushes across the room at the sight of Seishu in his coughing fit. Mounting the bed he pulls the guardian’s hair away from his face and rubs his back, the oldest and truest way to help someone in his condition. He looks over to his own guardian, his pain rushing away as the urge to comfort the fallen red head takes it's place. However, he knows what Enasi really wants right now it for Seishu to recover, so instead of doing what his heart is telling him, he continues to rub Seishu's back and shush him softly. Slowly the coughing stops, along with the dry heaves, and in a faint flicker of his old self Seishu looks over at Enasi and murmurs, “Even looking like hell, you are still beautiful. And here I am looking like a puke sandwich.” 

Crios can not help but roll his eyes, the barest hint of a smile crossing his lips as he pulls the Nightmare Guardian back against the pillows to rest. The bed is a mess, but until he is sure nothing else is going to suddenly explode, Crios can not allow the other in to help him clean things up. Instead he pulls a rag from his sleeve and begins wiping the foul drips of vomit away from Seishu's paler then normal face. The near shock white color worries the doctor, however he looks back and forth between the two, waiting for one of them to say something, anything, to ensure him that this storm is over.

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As the group eats their meals slowly, murmuring little complements here and there to Cho about them, the group can not muster up the courage to talk. Rue glances over to the meal Seishu had ordered, the large slab of meat smelling very appealing and repelling at the same time. Cho watches curiously as, without warning, Rue cuts of a small bite, and sticks it in his mouth. Far more meaty than he's use to, and not reacting very well with the sweet stuff he just ate, his face scrunches up a bit, however after a moment he swallows and steps back away from the cart. Inside he feels a little better, the meaning behind the dish settling his nerves slightly. Then slowly, as if in a chain reaction, each member of the group cut off small bites from around the edge and consume them. Even Harper, who is clearly not a meat eater. Cho is the last to take a small sampling, watching as each of the members of the group seem to relax ever so slightly, their honorary mourning calming their nerves a bit.