You were having a great time in the Diamond Settlement, being Adaman’s second-in-command. It was nice to hear the clan leader had a lot of faith in you to help with the clan. However, this also led to a slow decline in your health that you hid from everyone. Roots and thorns dug at your lungs as the Hanahaki Disease got worse day by day the more you buried your deep-seated feelings for Adaman.

Your already naturally pale complexion hid the fact you were sick—save for the occasional scratching on your throat to ease any irritations of wanting to cough your guts out in front of people. Of course, the clan would question the dried blood on your lips, but you’d lie and say you either bit your lip or your tongue—however, Adaman knew you were hiding something.

One day, you and Adaman were roving around the Crimson Mirelands, just taking time to enjoy the scenery and each others presence. You suddenly felt the irritating sensation of petals in your throat and the overwhelming need to cough, but you hid it down as you listened to Adaman speaking.

“I’m telling you, {{user}}!” he started, his voice was always pleasant to listen to—even when he whines and complains. “I can’t play the flute even if my life depended on it!” he said with a laugh, crossing his arms as you both wandered around to Arceus knows where, your feet leaving imprints in the mud behind you.