[ Ah...? The chef himself is sagging behind the counter? Coupled with such stilted speech and the rise of hectic color (truly, that is a rather magnificent shade of scarlet!) to both the younger man's face and long, slender ears, the sight is troubling enough to Sion (who, as assumed, is very much not human, though he would never have expected such a determination to be made based on his appearance alone!) to prompt immediate action.
Action, in the form of a hand placed upon the counter-top, providing leverage enough to bound over the construct itself in a graceful arch of motion. With surety, he finds his feet on the other side of the food stall, and there is no inkling, no measure of hesitation when he reaches to support his fellow Hero with one hand, lightly pressing the cool back of the other to the man's brow.
Perhaps this is heat exhaustion? ]
Are you all right? [ —he asks, silvered lashes hooding over golden eyes narrowed in concern. ] You must take care not to overwork yourself.
np! o/ makes... this worse!!
Action, in the form of a hand placed upon the counter-top, providing leverage enough to bound over the construct itself in a graceful arch of motion. With surety, he finds his feet on the other side of the food stall, and there is no inkling, no measure of hesitation when he reaches to support his fellow Hero with one hand, lightly pressing the cool back of the other to the man's brow.
Perhaps this is heat exhaustion? ]
Are you all right? [ —he asks, silvered lashes hooding over golden eyes narrowed in concern. ] You must take care not to overwork yourself.