"Oh, Gods." She said, panicking. She bent down, her wings bending around him. She picked him up and placed him on the hospital bed. She checked his pulse.
She thought. "I don't... think so." she said. "Sometimes it's unconscious, but no. I don't believe so."
"Wh-when? Just now? I probably just fainted. It's fine, my head hurts a little, but fine." He replied.
(Here's...... CRIMSON!) "Nervous breakdown are an acute, time-limited phase of a specific disorder that manifests primarily with features of depression or anxiety." Crimson said. "It's never good, so just try to relax.
"Me? Oh.. not that long, just walked in the door actually." Crimson said. "Nice joint you got here, do you have a place where i can put my magic to the test."
"Well... sorry to bother you." Crimson said. "This place is enormous... i think i can either find a hidden room somewhere in the palace or i can use the courtyard." Crimson picked up his staff from the weapon box where his weapons were kept. When Crimson's magic levels are low and need to recharge, the staff helps him improvise. "I'll be back.. come and look for me when you have the time"
"So, Brisk... About m-my proposal, I... Have you decided yet?" Narrowleaf asked, turning to face Brisk.
"I have nothing else but you. My sister is most likely going to marry Bolt, I have nopony else, except you." She paused. "So, that's a yes."
