BLARGH.
With the sun rising up into the sky, making everything that had happened clear as day to one's eye, Neville head turned to look at Chronos.
BLARGH—Cough! Cough!
Neville looked at Chronos with his indifferent gaze. He watched as Chronos doubled over with one hand braced against the muddied ground. His hands clamped to his own belly.
Thiago was carefully tending to Chronos while also secretly peeking at Neville.
He wondered, What's with that look? What's wrong with him?
Chronos, who was more sensitive to these kinds of situations, also knew that Neville was staring at him. He didn't know what to do, and he also wasn't in the right state of mind to even think of what he could do.
Instead, he could only lift his head and try to get a glimpse of Neville's expression. At the very least, if he could see his expression, maybe—just maybe, he could do something about it.
