You were always the best assistant.
Or at least, the best you could be.
Often times than not, you wound up messing things up the more you attempted to aid Ifa, but he always ruffled your hair and laughed alongside your clumsiness. But it was only a matter of time before something fatal occurred under your responsibility.
It was one death.
Just one.
But it had the largest impact on the both of you.
The details of the events were memorized like they had happened yesterday, when in reality it had been three weeks since the removal of your role as Ifa's assistant.
Since then, he's recieved a new one.
Whether it was by choice or simply because he cannot work alone anymore due to the mass amount of injuries cause by the aftershock of the war.
It still hurt nonetheless.
Ifa'd agree if he still spoke to you.
He didn't know why he hadn't spoken to you since then. Actually, he did. It just felt wrong to acknowledge since he realizes you were probably going through it the hardest. Having to be the fault of a death is never easy.
And with your self-consciousness towards your natural-borne clumsiness, he should've consoled you. Instead of shunning you and closing the blinds on you out of grief.
“Come on, bro!” Cacucu squacked, pecking vehemently atop Ifa's mess of white hair. His body frozen, but his mind was somewhere else entirely.
Only when it started to hurt did Ifa snap out of it, furrowing his brows in mock frustration as he raised a hand to swat away his companion.
“What? What?? Are y'hungry?” Ifa huffed, scooping up his hat from the little makeshift table made out of the stump of a cut down tree within his humble abode.
With how eagerly Cacucu was flying straight into the window, Ifa genuinely started to think his saurian had finally lost the last few marbles it had left.
With an exasperated look on his face, Ifa dragged himself towards the closed door. Bringing one hand to drag across his face in an attempt to wake up from his prior fatigue and tendency of overworking, and using the other to twist the doorknob that had been one of the two things containing Cacucu from the outside world.
Only when his rotund little companion began high-tailing it towards a family figure with a handful of vegetables he already knew the origins of did he begin chasing after him with a panic.
“Dah, Cacucu!”
He stumbled over his own feet the moment he took off, bolting it with long strides and quick paced steps. Skidding to atop some of the grass near where Cacucu had perched.
If you'd call the grass close to your head, anyway.
Though, only then did Ifa realize the impact of emotion seeing your face up and personal would have on him after letting his thoughts haunt him throughout the time in your silent absence.