(This is really dumb but serves as an explanation for poor lavi. I own nothing. I hope you enjoy. Good day and God bless.)
The air was thinner and fresher than what Allen was used to in the kingdom of Long Wu and it really seemed to effect him physically.
He stopped responding to Lavi with words all together and his stomach was making this awful groaning sound that would make even the most optimistic person's ears bleed if only just a little.
When he could no longer take it, decided to rest up at an inn a little before noon.
It was not the best place he had seen, but it was a bed to sleep in and a warm supper when the sun went down.
The staff and owner were plenty suspicious of him, being a one eyed dormouse, a guardian warriors of the city gates and portals notorious for excepting bribes and letting unwanted people into the town.
That was nothing new about that but what surprised him was thier reaction to Allen.
Once they saw the stigma on his forehead that was proof of him being a meister, rather that kicking him and his hired dormouse out of town, they treated him like he was thier own child.
They slaughtered a fat brown cow just because of his arrival and cooked a feast that, for commoners, was pretty darn good. It reminded him of the food his grandfather would always buy on Sunday afternoons.
But Allen ate at least four times as much as he did to the point that even the most obese people were put to shame.
Lavi never thought seeing another person eat would make him feel sick but the amount of food and water going down the throat of that small child was unnatural.
Allen was on his second barrel of water for the day when Lavi started getting plain old concerned for his little friend.
Water dropped down his chin, leaving the whole front of his tunic soaked and he only lowered his wooden mug to take a breath.
He looked like a happy content child, his face brimming and the bar owner, Krory was happy to comply to his every desire.
"He's your friend?"
Lavi was suddenly snapped from his thoughts by a voice beside him.
He rotated his body to get a full and clear view of a rather beautiful woman who he quickly recognized to be the bar owner's wife, Eliade.
Yes, that realization came with sadness because she was a devastatingly beautiful woman and, from what he saw, was just his kind of woman. A single "Strike" went unspoken at the sight of her.
"Yes and no. A client, actually." He replied "We came from the peaks of Nim."
"Oh, so you are his escort?" She said with so much surprise that it was almost hurtful "Is that what you dormice are doing these days?"
"Not much to do with all this peace in the land."
"Thats true." She sighed.
There was a short and akward silence but ended when the two looked back up to Allen who was happily munching away at his third turkey.
Eliade quickly noticed the colour draining from his face.
"You seem a bit sick."
"What? No no, it's not that."
"Then why do you look at him like he's an alien creature?" She looked genuinely confused.
"He just… Seems to….. Eat alot."
She chuckled and sat down on the wooden stool beside him.
"Of course he does." She said "Being a light meister and all."
"What does that mean? I don't know much about this pathogen stuff."
"Well, a meister can come from various different sources but with various different powers. Light is known for its healing abilities by projecting one's own health onto others and slowly killing the carrier but as far as offense goes, it also can produce something called a laser."
A laser, now that he thought about it, was that thing Allen had used to destroy that behemoth pup a day or two ago.
He remembered that very well.
"A laser is a very strong and powerful light capable of causing great destruction but it takes a great deal of heat and energy to conjure up. Light must be constantly drying the poor boy out and draining his energy so it's completely natural for him to eat and drink this much. Otherwise, he could die in a few short days."
"Really? Thats…."
"Well," She replied "No matter how convenient or useful his powers may be, he is still very sick."
He glanced over again, finding his view and opinion of the boy rather changed.
If all she said was true, he should not make it into adulthood. He found him living alone so it's a mystery how he even survived to the age he is now.
What was the king of Wonderland even thinking, calling all the meisters to his kingdom? What could he even be planning?
But the night carried on and dear little Allen spent these peaceful moments in glee, fully aware that he would have them again.