The wheels in William's mind goes fuss fuss fuss...
That's what the miqo'te boy had been doing ever since his significant other contracted a cold. He's not sure as to how she caught it, but he has his theories. However, that's a mystery that'll never be solved until he can find a way to make her better.
He had told his carbuncle to stay with her, acting as a sort of room servicer for her, to make sure she feels better despite the cold she'd gotten. Although, for William, being sick is not good, not good at all, he means, what if she maybe gets worse? What then? What for?
He purses his lips in thought as he brought up a meal he'd bought with his hard-earned gil to the room in the Mizzenmast Inn in which she was staying. What if it's not a cold? What if it's something worse? No, it's not, stop fussing so much about it. But what if? Shush.
But yet, the little fussy boy will keep fussing until his friend is better, that's just how he is. Then, something hit him... not literally, of course, although the door may have smacked him as he opened it. Perhaps there's an alchemical way to fix her problem. And then, it hit him again, the bedpost this time, as he nearly drops his things. There's an alchemist's guild in that scary place, right? May-bee I can go there...? I could learn how to make her better... yeah... proh-bab-lee... well, to Ul'Dah... may-bee....
With that settled, he'll make plans to leave for the city-state in the desert, make a quick trip there and back.
That's what the miqo'te boy had been doing ever since his significant other contracted a cold. He's not sure as to how she caught it, but he has his theories. However, that's a mystery that'll never be solved until he can find a way to make her better.
He had told his carbuncle to stay with her, acting as a sort of room servicer for her, to make sure she feels better despite the cold she'd gotten. Although, for William, being sick is not good, not good at all, he means, what if she maybe gets worse? What then? What for?
He purses his lips in thought as he brought up a meal he'd bought with his hard-earned gil to the room in the Mizzenmast Inn in which she was staying. What if it's not a cold? What if it's something worse? No, it's not, stop fussing so much about it. But what if? Shush.
But yet, the little fussy boy will keep fussing until his friend is better, that's just how he is. Then, something hit him... not literally, of course, although the door may have smacked him as he opened it. Perhaps there's an alchemical way to fix her problem. And then, it hit him again, the bedpost this time, as he nearly drops his things. There's an alchemist's guild in that scary place, right? May-bee I can go there...? I could learn how to make her better... yeah... proh-bab-lee... well, to Ul'Dah... may-bee....
With that settled, he'll make plans to leave for the city-state in the desert, make a quick trip there and back.
