Zephyr was over the emotions thing, as now he wanted both of them to have a good time in the games. As she dug her heel into the ground he stopped. "I wasn't kidding about knocking you out. You need to get it treated. Capture the Flag involves a lot of running." He stated firmly, stepping back and putting his arm around her shoulders, dragging her forward that way. As they got to the center, he all but shoved her in the door. "She needs help. Her ankle is badly sprained. Help her quickly so we can skedadle." He commanded, and the medical person stared at him a moment before rushing to grab something to help.

"Can't I just not participate?" Temperance growled, glaring at him. "Zephyr, it's not a big deal!" She hissed, wriggling slightly. She dipped her head, trying to get out of his grasp, but he shoved her in the door. "No, I don't!" She hissed, glaring after the healer and making her way to storm out the door, lightning crawling along her arms.

Zephyr rolled his eyes as Temperence protested, then stormed out. He snatched the ointment and the brace from the surprised healer, then followed her. "Olay, now I apologize. Brace?" He offered a bit sheepishly, holding out the brace. He made sure not to get TOO close, as she was all but crackling with electricity. He looked at her and offered a small smile. "Sorry I dragged you in there. Now. Do you want to sit out the flag wars? Or are you feeling okay? I only want the best for you, and I can tell sometimes what's best for you is NOT what you want." He winced slightly, nervously fingering the bottom of his shirt.

Tempe was just short of panting, storming toward... nowhere in particular. She glared at him over her shoulder for the offer, heat radiating off her again, as it usually did when she was angry. Less so than it had been earlier in the day. She took in a deep breath and planted herself firmly on the ground, wincing as she landed harder than she wanted to. She glared at him hard enough to let him know to keep his distance, more so he wouldn't get burned if he came closer. She kept taking deep breaths, leaning back to lay down on the grass, which was wilting. She calmed down after a few moments, staring at the sky. She only sat up again when she wasn't overheating, beckoning him closer. "It's alright. Come here." She said simply, taking in his nervous fidgeting with a softer expression. "I don't know. Maybe?" She offered, reaching tentatively for the things in his hand.

Zephyr stayed far enough away to not get more scorched, his skin tingling with heat. He stayed standing when she sat down, a worried expression on his face. Was she ACTUALLY mad at him!? Should he have tried to help!?!? Or not? Was she going to- NO NO NO he needed to stop freaking out. It wasn't the end of the world. "It's the end of the world." He whispered lowly, putting his hands on his head for a second. His brain was going to explode. As she glared at him his expression even became a little panicked. He was going to die. As she beckoned him closer, he didn't move an inch, his hands practically shaking. He slowly gave the brace and numbing ointment to her, then glanced around again, nervous and pretty much just terrified he had literally ruined their relationship as soon as it started.

Tempe tilted her head up at him in concern, getting a little worried. "It's not the end of the world." She soothed, watching him ignore her beckon. She gently took both things from him and set them down, standing and coming closer to him. She felt terrible- why did she have to be like this? She had made him feel horrible. She reached out to gently pull his hands into hers, rubbing her thumbs along his palms. "I'm not angry with you." She said calmly, reaching up to press a kiss against his cheek. "Thank you for trying to help." She continued, tilting her head to press a kiss against his other cheek. "Are you okay?" She asked softly, gently burying her head into his neck. "I'm sorry." She murmured quickly, squeezing his hands.

Zephyr's head jerked up at her words. Crap. She heard that? He didn't mean for her to hear that. It's not like he wanted to freak out, but snowballing was his specialty. As she stood and walked closer, his unfocused eyes quickly sharpened, flitting to her. Gah, why did he have to be like he was? He should've never tried to force her to do something she didn't want to do. He could've just been a good friend and gone in, gotten the stuff, and gave it to her. But no, he had to try and be even more of an idiot than he already was. As he was thinking and preoccupied, he flinched slightly as she took his hands, his gaze snapping back to her from where it had been wandering. "You're not? You should be." He answered, his first words a little quizzical, but his second more of a reproachful hiss. Why was he so fragile about this? +She means more to you than you let on to+ his brain put the words seemingly smack dab in front of his eyes, but he chose to ignore them. "I obviously failed." He answered miserably, ducking his head for a second. "I'm fine, and don't be sorry. I was the one that proved my lack of braincells all over again." His features twitched as she buried her head in his neck. He didn't deserve that- or any of her attention, for that matter. Apparently all he could do was insult her, hurt her, make her mad, and drag her places.

Tempe glanced up at him with wide eyes when he flinched from her touch. He certainly couldn't hate her that much, could he? "Stop." She scolded softly, dropping his hands to curl her arms around him. "You did what you thought was best, Zeph. Calm down." She soothed, shaking her head. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself right this second, Zephyr. I don't care." She murmured, tightening her arms around him and blowing out a breath.

(Mood swings, much, Zephyr? XD))

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Zephyr mentally whacked himself. He was going crazy- he just needed to calm down. Like Tempe said. Calm down. "Okay. Okay okay. I'm sorry for being like this- I don't know why my brain goes on freakout mode whenever anything happens." He said, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before opening them and seeming more normal than before. Less panicked and stressed. "I'm not feeling sorry for myself." He grumbled quietly, reciprocating the hug for a second before pulling away. "Now... ankle brace?" He asked with a faint smile. "It'll help. I'm talking from experience." He commented, at the same time thinking how stupid he was. He was literally acting like he was going through puberty all over again or something- the mood swings were crazy. He just went from literally believing the world might end to prodding at her again to put on the brace. +gods, Zeph, you have problems+ he thought in awe, glancing at Tempe. He heard a faint horn that signaled the start of CTF was 10 minutes away, but he didn't care. He wasn't leaving her side.

"You don't need to be sorry. Just be Zephyr. That's enough." Tempe answered calmly, giving him a gentle squeeze of relief as he finally calmed down. "Sure you aren't." She chuckled softly, offering him a soft smile as he went right back to the ankle brace. "I know." She chuckled, rolling her eyes as she sat down and started slowly unlacing her shoe. She gave a soft hiss of pain, then looked over her ankle with a huff. She reached for the ointment quietly and gently started applying it to her swollen ankle, glancing up at the flag. "You can go, if you want, Zeph." She said softly, glancing up at him.