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Worry very clear painted in Siegfried's face, "Are you okay?"

Cyan doesn't answer right away.

"Dizzy," he rubs his temple, trying to get rid of the dizziness. He straightened his posture after a while, "I am okay now though,"

"We can go home if you're feeling unwell,"

Cyan loves the tone Siegfried was using. Soft. It soothes his mind.

"Nah, it's so nice here,"

it's rare to spend a day like this with the taller, he doesn't want to throw the chance.