114. Terze [voiced]

[corrinesbell]

So.

[nothing about time. Nothing about being a prisoner for longer than she ever thought possible. ...Nothing at all to identify that this day is any different than the last.]

What's the best adventure you've ever been on?

[nothing but a resigned note in her already-tired voice. And the strangeness of the question.]

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[corrinesbell]

What're they gonna be able to do?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Sprinkle magic fairy dust on you.

[corrinesbell]

Be...serious.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

They'll probably have a better idea of why you're sick than I do.

[corrinesbell]

[after a few more deep breaths and some concentration, Sheena sighs and rolls over to face him]

I think I'm okay for now.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Want me to stick around?

[corrinesbell]

...Yeah. If it's okay.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Psh, like I wouldn't be okay with it.

[corrinesbell]

[nods, and after a few silent seconds, shifts over so he has room]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll join her, but still let her have some space.

She has icky sick person germs a fever after all. He doesn't want to roast her with his own body heat.]

[corrinesbell]

[She notices him keeping his distance. It makes sense, really. ...At least he agreed to stay, she'll make herself comfortable and be satisfied with that.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Eventually he'll just grumble to himself and scoot in closer, hell with it. If he gets sick, he'll just whine and take his revenge that way.]

[corrinesbell]

[with the way she curls up against him, he might be the one overheating.

And it wouldn't be revenge. She isn't trying to get him sick.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He can sweat off some of his water weight then.]

[corrinesbell]

[Ewww, not in her bed. Her fever's made it bad enough.]

I'm not much good right now, am I?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Eh, you're fine. Well, as long as you don't barf in my face.

[corrinesbell]

I don't think that's gonna happen.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Then we're perfectly fine.

[corrinesbell]

[Faaaaaallling asleep. She's much less warm now.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, he'll get comfy then.]

[corrinesbell]

[Is he okay with chilling for about an hour?]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Oh, sure.]

[corrinesbell]

[oh good. Because about an hour later she starts to cough. But not like, ready to puke coughing. More like waking up from a bad nightmare]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Well, that wakes him up from dozing off.]

Hmm?

[corrinesbell]

[She's pretty good at getting herself under control, but she does roll over so he can't see how terrified she looks]