Merri/Darius | after "The Secret Life of Flan" | G?
Darius realized the flaws of his previous statement almost instantly. Of course the mentioning something like that would instantly make the other man start claiming like he was having exact that problem. Damn it.
"Merrion, you're fine. Until I'm able to diagnose you otherwise." A hand went to rest on Merrion's shoulder, and Darius attempted to direct the other man so that he could sit down. "What else are you feeling?" This was probably the better way to go about it, and why the white mage hadn't realized that sooner - he'd blame exhaustion and too many patients later - he'd never know.
"Come on, you can sit down here. Try taking a few deep breaths for me, yeah?" Hopefully, it was just a panic attack from Merrion widning himself up at worst, and nothing more.