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"Rancher, you need to rest."
Twilight huffed, shaking his head. "I am restin'."
Warriors sighed. "No, you're not. Lay down."
"I'm sittin'," the rancher argued, frowning. "I ain't doin' nothin' crazy."
"Twi-"
"No, Cap'n, you listen 'ere." Twilight sniffed, shaking his head. "I'm sick, not stupid. An' I am restin'."
Warriors exhaled slowly. "Twi, I'm not trying to baby you or anything, I just think-"
"What, me sittin' here sortin' through my junk too strenuous for ya?" he countered. "Look. I ain't runnin', ain't sparrin', ain't even up on my feet. What more do ya want?"
Warriors sat beside Twilight, sighing. "We're all just stressed, Twi. The past few weeks have been a lot, and with you getting so sick-"
"I know," Twilight interrupted, a sad smile on his face. "An' I get it, I do. But I ain't that sick no more— you cain't treat me like I'm fragile just 'cause I still got a sniffle."
Warriors turned his face to the sky. "You're right," he murmured, staring up at the clouds. "But… you're still sick. And you need to rest."
"I'm restin'."
"You are," Warriors agreed, nodding. "You are."
Twilight chuckled, elbowing him. "Why don'cha get some rest too, Cap'n?"
"Yeah." Warriors turned to meet Twilight's eyes. "Yeah. I think I will."