In the quietude of their shared space, Favian and Zadkiel found themselves entangled in a spirited banter. The air crackled with a subtle tension, a consequence of their conflicting perspectives on Favian's well-being. Favian, determined to exert his independence, insisted that his health was of no concern. Zadkiel, on the other hand, carried the weight of worry, unable to shake off the responsibility he felt for the sorcerer's overall well-being.
"Favian, you can't keep pushing yourself like this," Zadkiel's voice carried a tinge of frustration as he watched Favian stubbornly go about his activities.
Favian dismissed the concern with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "Zadkiel, I'm fine. No need to fret. Besides, I've dealt with worse."
Zadkiel's brows furrowed in a mix of frustration and genuine care. "Dealt with worse or not, you're not invincible, Favian. You've exerted too much magical energy lately. It's taking a toll on you."
