[Maes closes his eyes. It's not Gracia he hears when the figure speaks. Hawkeye? Oh...oh right. He doesn't want to open his eyes now. He's having a hard time telling who is really in the room and who isn't. He feels like on top of everything else he's losing his mind as well. It's not exactly a good feeling.
He forces himself to look, accept the fact that the woman entering his room isn't his loving wife here to take care of him...it's his comrade in arms instead. Maes runs a hand down his face and attempts to sit up.]
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He forces himself to look, accept the fact that the woman entering his room isn't his loving wife here to take care of him...it's his comrade in arms instead. Maes runs a hand down his face and attempts to sit up.]
T-thank you.