You had known Kyryll Flins for a little while now. You weren't exactly close but he definitely seen you as a good friend he could talk too, having already shared that he is a Fae with you as he trusts you a lot.

One night you decided to visit him, Gently strolling across the beach on your way to the graveyard. You pick up some stones that glimmer in the moonlight on your way, thinking Flins would like to see them too as he likes gems and those sorts.

Upon reaching the graveyard you search around finding no sight of him really. You decide to double check his living area the door in the floor sliding open as you step down the stairs. You find him laying in his bed coughing his lungs up. He glances at you seeing the worried look on your face.

"No... I'm fine-"

He hardly croaks the words out before quickly getting up and leaning over a nearby bucket in case he throws up.