(oh no you're totally good, stuff happens! I was just worried I'd missed something haha—also for the sake of transparency I'm obviously not a medical professional/this is a fantasy story and so a lot of the details about this aren't going to be as accurate as I would like unfortunately)
Arquis frowned, still feeling pretty hazy and worn out. He didn't really understand the problem, but even in his tired state, he could tell Rin was growing more and more anxious. He wished he could respond to them properly. Make them feel better, tell him what they needed to hear. He just couldn't. His head felt like it was full of fog. Each and every one of his thoughts felt heavy.
"I am just a little tired, love. Just a little. It is not an issue. Everyone gets tired now and again, and… and…" He'd had a point with this, he was sure that he had. Yet he couldn't really remember what it was. What had he been saying? He had no clue. He mostly just wanted to go back to sleep.
Doctor Lavin stood. He pulled the chair from the desk in the room over beside the bed, then sat in it. There was a moment where he didn't say anything. He was recalibrating his approach to the situation.
"Okay. Arquis," he said softly, "the evidence I have gathered over the course of this examination points to you having an eating disorder. Were you previously aware of this diagnosis?"
"What? Oh." Arquis waved his hand dismissively. "It is not… my hair, is the thing. That is what you are here for. What is wrong with it? Have you figured that out?"
He looked incredibly sympathetic. "Malnourishment and nutritional deficiencies can cause hair loss, alongside a number of other signs and symptoms. Many of which you have presented with. Intense fatigue, for example, and lightheadedness."
The nobleman actually smiled and shook his head. "My apologies, but that is impossible. I have already recognized my issue, and I have since begun to correct it. I am getting better. Right, Rin?"
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Honey chased his lips when he pulled away, wanting more. When he realized he wasn't going to get it, he stepped backwards. That bright, lopsided smile of his was cranked up to the max and aimed directly at Ari.
"Well, now. I must be the luckiest guy in the world, after that," he teased. His cheeks had a slight flush to them. He turned and continued on to the front door, shooting his date a glance over his shoulder. "Sure hope that didn't distract you."