Laharl accepted the items, pausing only to quietly mumble of something that might have been in fact a thanks, before quickly returning to Flonne's bedside.

"Here Flonne," he said softly, as he passed the healing items to her, but for the fairydust, figuring he'd go abouts using it on her now, while she healed herself.

Activating the item, he released the magical dust, and watched her for any change. Laharl was very hopeful it might somehow help her strange illness. It was a shot in the dark really, but it was worth a try. Luck was something they'd been rather lacking lately. It was about damn time something gave them a break.