[ It's the (continued) disregard for his own health that's bothering him, Mydei tells himself. At the end of the day, however, it is indeed just a heat; he won't suffer ill effects for working through it. Mydei holds him in high enough estimation that he won't claim such a thing will make Phainon make mistakes, even in jest. Anyone who would try to use a thing to claim him would meet a swift defeat, if not at Phainon's hand, then at one of the Heirs.
His feet are restless, though. He wants to stalk in front of Phainon and keep him from leaving, to block others who dare to look at him. (The anger is partly at himself for letting this bother him so much. Does he believe Phainon so weak he needs to be sequestered elsewhere, with Mydei to guard him? Were his inner Alpha a physical thing, he might grab it by the scruff and shake it senseless.) ]
Be that as it may, you should still take time to take care of yourself.
[ His voice might be gruff but at least he's honest. Somewhat. ]
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His feet are restless, though. He wants to stalk in front of Phainon and keep him from leaving, to block others who dare to look at him. (The anger is partly at himself for letting this bother him so much. Does he believe Phainon so weak he needs to be sequestered elsewhere, with Mydei to guard him? Were his inner Alpha a physical thing, he might grab it by the scruff and shake it senseless.) ]
Be that as it may, you should still take time to take care of yourself.
[ His voice might be gruff but at least he's honest. Somewhat. ]