Greed had been feeling shitty since she woke up.

She felt like someone's been pounding on her head with a hammer from the inside, and her nose was runny. As in, she needed to carry around a pack of tissue and a trashcan.

It was the symptoms of the common cold and Greed knew it. Did she really have to get the cold twice? She seriously regretted taking a human form.

But she got up and went to work anyway. These days she hadn't had time to relax. She decided she'll just work in her office, no fieldwork today, only paperwork to take care of.

The papers were done slower than usual, but at least they were done.

By midday, her headache was unbearable and her skin felt feverish to the touch. The Elives, no doubt worried about her health, had left her a lot of water.

Which helped, but not by much as it just makes her need to get up (which worsens her headache).

She regretted getting out of bed today. Taking another stack of paper (seriously, computers exist for a reason), she slowly used her hand to prop her head up and started reading the first page.

It was Charity's report.

So he was up to the task, Greed thought. She scanned the page slowly. Everything was going well, she was getting profit, and it was all going smoothly.

Except that seeing his report makes her...

Miss him?

She mentally shook her head, as physically doing so would probably cause immense amounts of pain.

I probably just miss Neitth, Greed reasoned. She had the soul of a business-woman. Maybe I can convince Charity to let her move here.

With her thoughts of Charity temporarily alleviated, Greed moved on to other papers. She glanced at the last stack as she signed the document. One more stack and I can sleep, she promised herself.

The only problem? The last stack was about 30 centimeters tall.

A few papers in the last stack and Greed was already halfway passed out on her desk.

I guess I wouldn't be sleeping after that stack, then.

--

Greed woke up a few hours later.

Well, that was according to the clock on her desk. Her headache had decreased, and she no longer felt like a human furnace, but her nose was still blocked.

After adding a few more tissues to the trashcan, she faced her desk, ready to do more work.

The first paper she saw was Charity's report, which just reminds her of the feeling she hated so much: yearning.

If she was healthy, she would've hit her head to her desk repeteadly. Greed was tired of having feelings. She's a creature of logic, why does emotions keep on showing up lately?

Greed seriously considered hiding his report under her bed so she wouldn't have to see it again.

With all her willpower, she placed the papers on the "finished" stack and moved on.

As she was reading yet another fraudulent proposal, her mind wanders back to Charity's report.

Slowly, she took the paper again. No fault in doing this, right? It's not like anybody's watching...

In retrospect, maybe she should've used her mini form. But she'd somewhat... fallen in love with her human form.

Besides, blonde hair is cute.

And it was a precaution, in case a human came into her office. You can never be too careful.

--

"What's wrong with Master Greed?"

The other Elives frowned. "You know, I've been wondering about that," they said. "She seems... sick. I'm worried about her."

"Yeah," the first Elives snickered. "Lovesick."

"You're gonna get slapped. Or fired. Or your wage is going to go down the drain."

--

Greed has issues.

For one, she can't get her mind off that damned report.

The second thing was that her headache was worsening.

She gave up on trying to stop focusing on... him, and instead she re-read the report for the fifth time and found a major fuck-up.

Finally, a reason to go there-wait, no, no-

Maybe her mind's just addled because of how ill she is. Maybe she just missed-oh, fine,-maybe she just missed Charity and how it felt like to have a family.

I want my logic back, she thought.

Nevertheless, Greed stood up and immediately got a whiplash of pain from her head. She felt like she was going to pass out from the way her vision suddenly blurred.

Steadying herself on the table, she stayed there for a few minutes before trying her best to walk outside normally.

(Normally. Not like a sick person.)

"Get a helicopter ready," she immediately commanded when she left her office. "I have a huge mess-up to fix."

"But, Master, you're sick-"

"And what about it? I pay you, remember?" Greed snapped.

The Elives nodded and ran off to the hangar.

--

In half an hour, a few tablets of paracetamol, and a pack of tissues later, the chopper was ready and Greed regretted the life decisions she made in order to end up at this particular situation.

But Greed, being stubborn, got on the vehicle anyway and commanded the Elives piloting the helicopter to go to Charity's... location.

She spent the whole ride trying not to fall asleep, throw up, or yell something stupid.

Not necessarily in that order.

Sometime around the ride, she'd changed back to her mini form.

When they finally arrived, Greed changed back. Her human form was ready to give out despite the rest she'd had, but she grabbed her papers and got down.

"Ava!" someone yelled. The someone crashed onto her, which sent a wave of pain through her, but Greed forced herself to look down and she saw Neith. "I've missed you!"

"You're grown," Greed said. Neith was taller than th elast time Greed saw her.

"Yeah!" she agreed happily. "Oh, and... we know about the spirit thing. Should I call you Greed?"

"Wait... you know what?!" she spluttered.

Neith shrugged. "Akram-Charity-was the one that told us. Apparently dot-eyes, Fahim, was his... junior virtue? I think that's the word. Sincerity. It's kinda cool."

"I'm still not entirely convinced," Greed said, but she reciprocated the hug. "Uh... you can call me whatever you like," she said. "Where's A-Where's Charity?"

"Inside," Neith said, leading the way.

Greed was met with many more hugs, a few people concerned about her health, and many welcomes.

She was glad and ready to faint.

When she finally got to meet Charity, she barely had the time to shove the paperwork she'd been scrunching in her grip to his hands. "You messed up."

The floor underneath her swayed. She felt flush, and everything around her was blurry.

Then everything went black.

--

"It was lucky that you catched her," someone whispered. "A concussion's probably not the best thing for her."

Another person's footsteps was audible. "Yeah, it was pure luck that she gave me the paperwork right before she fainted. Hey, why is she even here? She's sick!"

"Sorry, but Master Greed insisted," a voice Greed recognized as one of her Elives spoke up.

Greed decided to do something. "What happened?" she asked blearily.

"Oh, you're awake. Thank God," Charity said.

"Thank Akram," Mido joked. "He caught you when you fell."

Adja giggled. "It was like a scene straight out of a soap opera."

Greed felt her face reddening. Her fever had considerably gone down, so the red face wasn't from there.

Her headache and her stuffed nose was still there, though.

"Forget about that," she said. "I'm here because Charity fu-um, I mean, messed up his report."

She looked around, found tissues, and blew her nose.

"Do you usually visit people who mess up?" Mido asked.

Greed hoped her face didn't get redder. "Not all. I visit some. And since I don't want the Happy Cat here to go downhill-I won't get profit and you won't be able to rebuild your village-I came here."

"I'm sorry for making your job harder," Charity said rather... sincerely. "Can you folks leave for a moment? I need to talk to Greed. Or rather, she's going to kill me."

The others agreed and left them alone.

"I knew that error was intentional." Greed said, looking at him dead in the eye when the last person had left.

Charity froze. "I can explain?" he said tentatively.

Greed turned back to her mini form as she walked towards her rival. "You don't have to." she said. Somehow, she smirked. "Just pet me."

So this is why Lust sent me a cat petting guide, Charity thought.

"Okay?" he said, picking Greed up and placing her onto his lap. He took out his phone and scrolled up to the image Lust had sent him.

He slowly took off her crown and stroked the area between Greed's triangular ears.

Immediately, a soft purring sound can be heard. And its source seemed to be the furball on Charity's lap.

Did she just-

Nevertheless, he continued and soon, the cat that was supposed to be the senior sin Greed is just a puddle of warm and fluffy cat.

Greed didn't mind this.

At all.