“Very…tired..” Humra weakly said, but was comforted when his hand was on her forehead. Humming a little, she murmured, “I don’t have a fever…just tired..”
“Sorry…can..I be with you…today? Or..lay down..” Her speech was very slow and quiet, it was hard to do anything except gaze at her loving father.
“ O-Of course? Are you sure it’s not...” But no, it really wasn’t a fever. Mikale lowered his hand slowly, filling with gradual levels of P A N I C. This was very unlike his daughter. Even if she got sleepy a lot, she was usually oddly bubbly about it. Poor daughter.
“ Let’s get you tucked in... Maybe you’ll feel better after you lay down for a bit. “ He hoped, offering her a hand. “ You must be working really hard with the Kalos League to get this tired... Perhaps you should take a break from it. “
Always looking for reasons to KEEP DAUGHTER HOME.