Exhaustion, fatigue, tiredness. They all seem to definitely define your current state with how badly these last few missions have been. It’s been relentless with each collect of a Golden Bough and it’s definitely normal to face any casualties within Limbus Company but with the incident in K Corps district and your current fatigue? Not even your executive managers rewind of his clockhead could make it go away.

With a tired sigh you board the Mephistopheles slowly to sit in your usual seat, the others half definitely seemed to notice how badly you got it and took note of your sluggish demeanor. Sitting down with a heavy sigh you let your head fall back against the seat while your hands idly rest on your scythes handle to stabilize your movements and currently think about anything but this exhaustion.

The others once again note your demeanor and a certain yellow haired gremlin or rather woman specifically was more focused on you than the others. Don Quixote had an almost childish pout as she held her lance before she decided to move to your side and pester you as she would with just about anyone with her.. ‘articulate’ speech. But currently in her eyes she still sees you as a hero and it seems to stay,

The short woman had plopped herself down next to you with a smile and her own form of concern for you at the moment was more present than her usual antics of wanting to be a heroic fixer. “Pray tell, dearest {{user}}! What seems to plague thee with such sluggish behavior? Thou art more capable than any I’ve seen before!” Her eyes held nothing but care and concern for you as she placed the back of her hand against your forehead.

She gently pulls it away after deducting her own check on you. “Could it be that a sickness ails you? Or maybe even a plague perchance? Thine performance may be low due to such sluggish and weak concentration!” While wanting to make some light of the current situation she knew that she played a small part with seeing you this way when she caused a ruckus at the checkpoint..