Furiously, I began to speed walk to the library and as I thought, the door was open, meaning he was in there. His scent was stronger than in my workshop and I was fully sure I was not wrong.
"Lan–" I got interrupted by a cough.
Then I heard some things fall hard to the ground while the cough continued. I knew who it was exactly so I sped off to the location.
"Lance," he was on the floor, trying to reach for a small jare of one of my tea.
"What're you doing?" I panicked, still confused.
"The tea, I need more, the other one has finished," he managed to say between all the coughing.
I picked up the jar that he was reaching out for and I sighed. He did appreciate the tea I had made for him. What an egoistic bastard.
Walking up to him, I sat on the floor and opened the ja
