corrinesbell | 134. Sphere

134. Sphere

So after thinking about it for a while, I've decided we're gonna have a contest to name the Tea Shop! ...So, uh, anybody who has an idea can write it down, and when I've got all the ideas...you'll get to vote.

You've only got a week to come up with names to vote on. Get working!

[Sheena is just so tired of trying to be creative about it on her own, and the shop feels wrong without a name after all this time. Involving the village should solve lots of problems, right?

The shop closes early today, when its owner starts to feel strangely tired. She'll carry her journal out around midafternoon, locking the door behind her. At least she's been able to keep ice from forming on the stairs.

Near the bottom of the staircase, a wave of tired and dizzy wins out over balance. There's a lot of creative cursing - more than she'll inclined to - as she slides and rolls the last few steps...and the journal lands open in the mud and snow. So all that grumbling, and the noise of the fall? All nicely broadcasted.

Then she notices, hurrying to pick it up and clarify things.]

Uh, oops, dropped the book down the stairs. Sorry about that!

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I suppose that depends on how your body reacts to it. You may very well keep sleeping on once it wears off.

[Maybe it's just from the conversation, but she feels like it's already kicking in. It could also be that whatever this illness is, it came on pretty quickly once the fever showed up]

Great. [Rolling her eyes was a bad idea; both of her hands go backwards to support her.]

[She reaches over to take the tray away, since it seems like she's finished with that.]

[As far as she's concerned, she is. ...But only half the tea was finished. Raine may feel free to press her about that.

Sheena's trying not to keep being mad. It's hard. She feels awful...but not, thankfully, nauseated.]

[Raine feels uncomfortable enough, so she's not about to press anything. Though she leaves the tray when she sees that the tea isn't finished.]

[It's not her intention to finish it, at the moment. ...She will turn so she's sitting entirely on the bed, instead of on its edge, and draw her knees up to her chest.]

Is there anything else I can do for you? [Since she might as well say something instead of standing around uselessly.]

[She bites down something snappy.]

Maybe...just water.

... all right. [And she leaves the room to go get it.]

[When she returns, Sheena will be lying down and under as many covers as she could pull over herself, shivering. Still very much feverish, and glassy-eyed. She was fighting it off, in front of Raine...and then gave it up.]

[And those blankets are much too heavy for the situation. She sighs softly, before setting the cup down and heading right back out the room over to the linen cabinet.]

[Sheena thinks she's freezing.

It's getting harder to stay awake, but she wants to know what Raine's doing there in the hall.]

[It doesn't take too long to find out what; she returns with a sheet and a lighter blanket. Enough to provide some protection against the actual chill (though the house is far from being cold), but not heavy enough to prolong any possible dangers with the fever.]

Use these instead of your blankets.

[The tiniest of nods, and she shoves her current pile of blankets half-off, absently trying to kick them off the rest of the way.]

[She'll help remove the heavier ones as soon as Sheena makes the signs of agreeing to it, to make the process a little smoother. Then she'll hand her the sheet first, and then the lighter blanket.

The others could be folded later.]

I apologize if it feels less comfortable. But the other way... wouldn't have helped you recover.

Yeah...thanks.

[it's a small struggle to unfold and spread out the sheet and blanket. She's pretty determined though, flopping back onto her pillow again once she's done.]

Not what I...wanted to do today.

Mmm.

... Rest well, Sheena.

[Raine's gonna leave.

That shouldn't inspire such a feeling of panic, but it does. She'll be alone in this house, sick, asleep under the influence of...something, something she can't name.

It takes the last of her energy to just let her eyes close - a look of absolute worry definitely crossed her face - and not reach out or say anything.]

[It's still fairly early on in the day. And Raine does hang out for a while longer, casually straightening up and folding and putting away those other blankets. The only time she does leave is to go home for an early dinner -- and she takes Noishe with her when she returns to Sheena's house with leftovers.

There wasn't enough in there to knock her out for a full night, and since Sheena didn't drink the entire cup, she expects her to wake up in enough time to eat, give or take an hour. But that's what microwaves are for.

So she'll be sitting on the couch in the living room, listening for movement after checking in on her.]

[It won't take long. There's a ninja making her way through the living room, on her way to the kitchen with the empty water glass. It's a very slow, deliberate way. Raine should have no trouble rerouting her.]

[... As expected. She'll rise from the couch and approach her before she gets anywhere near the kitchen.]

More water, then?

[She looks surprised when Raine stands. Her eyes are still pretty dulled.]

I-I was just...putting it back.

Then I'll take care of it. Are you hungry at all?

Uh...'m not really thinking about it?

[The most honest answer. She couldn't even tell herself if she feels like eating.]

Well, in case you are, there's some soup if you want it heated up.

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