[ Eventually, she comes to the conclusion just a few seconds after, feeling foolish for assuming otherwise. It's his tone that made her think it over, and it's his words that causes a distinct pitter patter in her chest. One that she can only translate as anxiety. She grabs the phone and positions it properly, brows furrowing immediately. ]
Sion. You're not thinking of going there, are you?
[ She can understand wanting to help people but...! ] Juvia thinks you should stay. [ Not without immediate protection. But even then, everyone would be at risk. Sion would be at risk! The idea of anyone being sick-- well, sick isn't the word they're using. She wishes it was though, because being 'sick' feels a lot more manageable than being 'infected'. She presses her lips into a line, suddenly wishing this wasn't a phone call but he was there in front of her.
She was sure she could shake some sense into him! ]
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Sion. You're not thinking of going there, are you?
[ She can understand wanting to help people but...! ] Juvia thinks you should stay. [ Not without immediate protection. But even then, everyone would be at risk. Sion would be at risk! The idea of anyone being sick-- well, sick isn't the word they're using. She wishes it was though, because being 'sick' feels a lot more manageable than being 'infected'. She presses her lips into a line, suddenly wishing this wasn't a phone call but he was there in front of her.
She was sure she could shake some sense into him! ]
It's not a good idea.