[Vergil opens his Relic as Kyrie makes her request that Vergil not trouble himself further only to break out into another sneezing fit shortly thereafter. He was about to just sit down with the Relic and fumble with it while they wait even before she asked, but that sneezing fit? Vergil's frown moves from the Relic to Kyrie. Between the sneezing and now being able to get a better look at the coloring of her face, Vergil takes a step closer to stand in front of her. He snaps the Relic shut for the moment, tucking it under his arm. Through a combination of his other hand and his teeth, he yanks his glove off and without permission, presses the back of his hand against her forehead. His frown deepens. She's burning up.]
[Vergil takes his hand back and begins sliding his glove back on.]
I'll get you some soup, [he says, stepping away from her towards the vendors. Vergil's tone is not unkind, but it's clear that Vergil is not accepting any form of protest from her about the matter. She's having soup whether she feels particularly hungry or not.]
[Vergil continues with the Relic as he waits in the brief line. For as much as he does not bother with the device, he had figured out as much how to get to his messages when Dante asked him to come get him. Now, how does he...? Ah, there it is. A new message. He's able to get that far on his own at least before he places the order for the soup and two teas (hibiscus for Kyrie, Darjeeling for himself). Vergil closes the Relic again, pocketing it for the moment both to be able to use his spoon to pay and free up his hand. He balances a drink tray with the teas atop the container of soup and returns to the bench where he left Kyrie. He leans Yamato against the bench before taking his seat. He removes the drink tray from top of the soup container before offering it to her.]
Here, [he says, offering the spoon that was tucked between the drinks. Although it would be entirely feasible to just drink the soup from its container, Vergil assumes the spoon would be preferred.]
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[Vergil takes his hand back and begins sliding his glove back on.]
I'll get you some soup, [he says, stepping away from her towards the vendors. Vergil's tone is not unkind, but it's clear that Vergil is not accepting any form of protest from her about the matter. She's having soup whether she feels particularly hungry or not.]
[Vergil continues with the Relic as he waits in the brief line. For as much as he does not bother with the device, he had figured out as much how to get to his messages when Dante asked him to come get him. Now, how does he...? Ah, there it is. A new message. He's able to get that far on his own at least before he places the order for the soup and two teas (hibiscus for Kyrie, Darjeeling for himself). Vergil closes the Relic again, pocketing it for the moment both to be able to use his spoon to pay and free up his hand. He balances a drink tray with the teas atop the container of soup and returns to the bench where he left Kyrie. He leans Yamato against the bench before taking his seat. He removes the drink tray from top of the soup container before offering it to her.]
Here, [he says, offering the spoon that was tucked between the drinks. Although it would be entirely feasible to just drink the soup from its container, Vergil assumes the spoon would be preferred.]