[Sylvain is attuned enough to Felix's moods by now that even he can feel that something is off, in the days leading up to the full moon, but that only really serves as a stark warning for the emotional roller coaster that comes next. It's concerning, and he tries to project an air of support and calm outwards, but whether or not it actually reaches Felix is anyone's guess.
He does give him space, though, because right now, respecting his desires and needs is more important than giving in to his own impulses to fret over him.
He does respond to the message, briefly urges Felix to be careful and to take care of himself, but leaves it at that.
That said, once Felix's end of their bond settles down, once tumultuous Emotion is replaced with exhaustion, and Sylvain senses that Felix has moved from the cellar, he finally acts. He gives him a chance to rest, first, but after that he gathers something to eat for him out of the kitchen, makes him some tea and, despite Felix's distaste for sweets, does sweeten it with honey - his own throat is aching in sympathy, so he can only imagine what Felix must be feeling, and that combined with the warmth ought to help.
And then he does what he does best - ignores Felix telling him to go away, stepping into his room and shutting the door behind himself before crossing to the bed and sitting next to him, setting that little tray of tea and snacks on the bedside table for now.
It takes all his willpower to not call the puppy ear perking up cute, though Felix can probably feel the sentiment over their Bond.]
Rough night, huh? Sit up, I brought you tea and something to eat.
B-ish, mentions of A
He does give him space, though, because right now, respecting his desires and needs is more important than giving in to his own impulses to fret over him.
He does respond to the message, briefly urges Felix to be careful and to take care of himself, but leaves it at that.
That said, once Felix's end of their bond settles down, once tumultuous Emotion is replaced with exhaustion, and Sylvain senses that Felix has moved from the cellar, he finally acts. He gives him a chance to rest, first, but after that he gathers something to eat for him out of the kitchen, makes him some tea and, despite Felix's distaste for sweets, does sweeten it with honey - his own throat is aching in sympathy, so he can only imagine what Felix must be feeling, and that combined with the warmth ought to help.
And then he does what he does best - ignores Felix telling him to go away, stepping into his room and shutting the door behind himself before crossing to the bed and sitting next to him, setting that little tray of tea and snacks on the bedside table for now.
It takes all his willpower to not call the puppy ear perking up cute, though Felix can probably feel the sentiment over their Bond.]
Rough night, huh? Sit up, I brought you tea and something to eat.