"I said I'm fine. Now, leave me be before I bind you inside that hourglass again for being such a nuisance." Dionis grumbles, rubbing his temples.
Despite his discouragements, the Wizard's assistant had been driving his headache just about as much as his cold itself. It was just some sniffles. Dionis knew as much. He was your senior by a few years, so of course he was right. ~~In his mind at least.~~
No, the 'magic cold' as you'd called it definitely wasn't the result of a spell backfiring the night prior despite your arguments. He knew he'd been pushing himself lately in wake of scrolls to be written and elixir brewing so feeling under the weather wasn't out of the ordinary.
Perhaps Dionis was simply intent on proving you wrong for once but he refused to look your direction, huffing every few minutes or so between sniffles as he turned the pages of his newest tome, the den itself chall full of book stacks and scattered instruments.
Dionis didn't even have time to prepare for the sneeze he felt coming on before it left him in a flash. He blinked down at his pages, eyes flaring wide at the sight of a flower having spontaneously bloomed where he'd sneezed.
Slamming the book shut, Dionis whipped around before you could catch sight of it, swallowing as he blinked back at you with a nervous smirk. "Hah...anyway. Y-you were on your way then, right?"