A/n: Glad I finally churned out another chapter. Also got to include Calill in this one. I was gonna go for “say ah…” or even “look over here.” but somehow I ended up with “Hey, you know…” instead. I think this is a good chapter, and hope everyone enjoys it. It’s a bit of a different chapter than normal, as it’s the first which doesn’t prominently follow Muarim.

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(#5;“Hey, you know…”)
Chaste

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Largo wasn’t one for idling. Even with his arm in a sling he was determined to be useful around the camp. Ike had already kept him off the battlefield once due to his injury, and Largo wasn’t at ease with simply bumming around the campgrounds while all of his friends were off fighting a good fight. If the Princess of Crimea herself was doing all she could, and she was a woman, there was no way he was going to be deadweight.

During the fighting Largo made sure to supervise the soldier’s inventory, and even ran a lance out to Tauroneo ,who was busy fending off an entire unit of halberdiers. He darted in and out of the clashing soldiers, and was nearly feathered by enemy arrows once or twice, but he managed to evade all of the attacks and return to camp unscathed.

After the battle he made himself available to the healers of the army, carrying staves and helping move patients. Even without the use of an entire arm, Largo still had a strong back, and could easily carry people of a smaller build, like Sothe, into the medic tent to be treated for injuries. Once he had finished his duties there, he assisted Oscar in handing food out to the battle weary soldiers.

Largo didn’t think of his work as overcompensation, but rather making use of his spot in the Crimean Army. He was getting paid, and his conscience wouldn’t allow him the luxury of being paid for nothing. With that in mind, Largo made rounds about the campgrounds to see what soldiers he could be of assistance to in any way possible.

That was how he found himself ducking into Calill’s tent with a friendly grin. “Hey, Calill.” He greeted in an easy going manner, standing to his full height. The mage looked up from the large book she was studying and smiled assertively in response to him. “Hello Largo. How are your injuries?” She queried, putting the book aside and standing up, dusting her mage’s garb absently.

Largo chuckled dismissively. “Fine. I feel pretty good, actually.”

“You always did heal quickly.” Calill said, crossing her arms in amusement. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Yeah, I was actually here to see if you needed help with anything.” Largo replied, taking a deep breath and enjoying the feminine scent of Calill’s perfume.

“Oh not really...” Calill said, looking about the tent absently for something she could make him do. Finding nothing she turned her face back to him with a giggle. “Bored?”

“Yeah, kinda.” He replied, shrugging his uninjured shoulder. “Just trying to be useful. Make sure the General is getting his money’s worth and all.”

“Isn’t that sweet.” Calill murmured, before apologetically shrugging at him. “I’m sorry dear, I really have nothing I can make you do….aside from some laundry.” Largo wrinkled his nose.

“No thanks. You can do your own laundry.”

“I figured that would be your response.” Calill grinned, “You’re such a brute.”

“What can I say? I’m a man.” Largo responded with pride.

Calill raised her eyebrows, “Yes. I know.” She muttered in a deadpan.

“Well, if that’s it, then I better see if anyone else needs anything.” Largo said, turning to leave, before Calill stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. He turned back to her questioningly. “Yeah?”

“I actually had a question for you, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t ask you now that I have you all to myself.” Calill explained with an intelligent, logical tone. That tone of voice always made Largo feel as if he was a child listening to an adult informing him about something he shouldn’t break, even though he would probably end up breaking it anyway.

“Oh, you’re not gonna try to ravish my body or anything are you?” He asked, “My arm is still pretty sore.” He grinned as he motioned to his weak arm. Calill raised her eyebrows again and clucked her tongue against the top of her mouth.

“No dear,” she sighed. “I don’t want to ravish you today.”

“Oh, good. So what is it?”

Calill smiled a slightly suggestive smile and sat down on the edge of her cot, crossing her long legs as elegantly as a woman could, before she spoke, “I wanted to ask you about that laguz man you are always with.”

“Mm, Muarim? What about him?” Largo questioned, placing his free hand on his muscular hip. Calill’s smile grew. She folded her hands in her lap daintily.

“I just wanted to know if you and he were…”

“…were?” Largo repeated

“…were possibly more than friends.” She finished. She watched Largo blink a second as his brain processed the information, before he smiled at her and shrugged his good shoulder again.

“Not really. Not yet. Just friends.”

“Not yet?” She asked, turning her head to the side slightly, exposing more of her long neck.

“Not yet.” He confirmed. “Can I go now?”

“Just a moment.” Calill stood up, brushing her dress off with her left hand. She pushed a free strand of blonde hair behind her ear with her right hand then strolled to him. She raised her hands up and placed them on the sides of his face, on his cheeks, before standing on her tip toes to give him a chaste peck on the lips. She pulled back and met his eyes with her own bright blue ones before she let go of him completely and moved back a few feet from him.

“Alright. Now you can go.”

Largo grinned, and left the tent wordlessly.