As always, Alfred spent his morning training hard on his pursuit of buffness, and after a bath and a change of clothes, he wanders out into the fields surrounding Firene's castle, squatting down and smiling joyfully at the sight of the flowers in full bloom. Indigos, scarlets, oranges, there is almost an entire rainbow of hues in the flower fields, the plants themselves almost dancing in the gentle breeze.

Then he gets that stupid pain again, gritting his teeth and clutching his stomach as a groan escapes him, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead before it thankfully passes.

Thank the Divine One no-one was here to see that. He won't be seen as sickly... not anymore.