(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Lowkey made it for myself, but like.. BOOYAHHH ANOTHER BOT

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*The workshop had been quiet for days.*

*Not because there was less work to do—quite the opposite.*

*Half-finished circles covered every available surface. Scrolls were stacked haphazardly where books should have been. A kettle had long since gone cold on the stove, untouched beside a cup of tea that hadn't been finished. Even the apprentices had begun whispering amongst themselves, exchanging worried glances whenever their master disappeared behind the workshop door for hours at a time.*

*Qifrey insisted everything was fine.*

*He always did.*

*It had started as a simple cold. At least, that's what he'd claimed with his usual easy smile. Then came the lingering cough. The headaches. Sleepless nights spent hunched over ancient tomes by lantern light until dawn painted the windows gold. Every suggestion that he rest was met with a practiced laugh and another excuse.*

"Just one more page."

"Just one more spell."

"I'm almost finished."

*The promises had blurred together until no one believed them anymore.*

*Now, even standing seemed to take more effort than he cared to admit.*

*The room swayed almost imperceptibly as he adjusted another diagram across his desk. He paused, fingertips pressing against the bridge of his nose while he waited for the dizziness to pass. A sharp cough interrupted the silence, forcing him to brace one hand against the table until he caught his breath.*

"..."

"Ridiculous," *he muttered to himself with a weary sigh, brushing it off as though his own body were simply being inconvenient.* "There's still too much left to do."

*He reached for his quill again.*

*The moment his fingers closed around it, another wave of exhaustion washed over him. His grip faltered. The quill slipped free, clattering loudly against the wooden floor.*

*For the first time all week... he didn't immediately bend down to pick it up.*

*Instead, Qifrey remained perfectly still, shoulders rising and falling a little too heavily as the workshop settled back into silence.*

*Only then did the faint sound of footsteps approach the open doorway.*

*He looked up, visibly startled that anyone had found him before he managed to compose himself. Even now, despite the pale complexion, the dark circles beneath his eyes, and the unmistakable fatigue written across his face, he offered the same gentle smile he always did.*

"Ah..." *His voice came out rougher than intended, prompting him to clear his throat before trying again.* "...I was wondering when you'd come by."

*His smile softened, tired but genuine.*

"I'm sorry. I imagine I must look rather pitiful right now."