Eleasis 13 1370 dr

[child_of_bhaal]

Who: Syeira and YOU
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Red Fish, other ships, Iskaulit
When: Beginning 8/10 and ongoing

[Red Fish]

Hello Red Fish. Here she is. Again. Clean as a whistle, in her clothes that should be less than dust, all neat and tidy. Even her hair is brushed. But somehow she still looks like a wreck. Probably due to the all over flush and the sweating due to her raging fever. And also the fact that she feels as weak as a newborn kitten. She stumbles, leaning heavily against walls when she can't keep to her feet.

[On your ship, her first week back]

Somehow, she's there. Feverish, very likely still dressed for bed. Because that's where she ought to be. But no, she's on your ship. Wandering around, maybe looking for someone, or something. Talking to herself softly, deliriously. How did she fly a shuttle in this condition? Probably very poorly.

"Here...Here? Wrong place. Or the right place?"

[Iskaulit, first week]

She has a stick of charcoal in her hand and she's chosen some spot, a wall or floor, perhaps in the garden or the gym, or one of the bars or even a hallway, and she's furiously drawing. It's just lines and smudges in black on black. The more she tries to make it make sense, the less it seems to, and the more her obvious frustration grows.

"I saw...I saw but it won't come out..." There's black streaks across her face, her hands and on her shift. She's still a weak, feverish mess.

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[child_of_bhaal]

She's on her knees, rubbing charcoal furiously at the wall, trying to make a shape, but it's just scribble. She exhales a harsh, frustrated noise, slapping her hand over the markings that make no sense. Then she hears her name and turns her head.

"I'm not mad! I saw it!" There's a fine how-do-you-do. But she's still sick with fever and exhaustion. She likely has no idea what ship she's even on, let alone she's seeing her dear friend for the first time since the forest.

"I see it, but I can't-" She attacks the wall again slashing at it with her charcoal.

[bythewaves]

She's not well, and he puts aside the "how can she be here" question for the more immediate worry.

"Easy, Easy." He is by her side in moments, catching her arms gently, but firmly.

"You are burning up, little fire-hair. And I know you are not mad. But you are exhausted, you need to rest!"

[child_of_bhaal]

She gives him a forlorn look, but there's not enough strength in her to resist even his gentle touch.

"I see it in my sleep. New dream, but still evil. Why can't I remember?"

[bythewaves]

He draws her into his arms and shushes her, the same way he once comforted brothers and cousins and frightened peredhel twins.

"I do not know, dear one. But perhaps some things we are not meant to remember."

Questions can come later.

[child_of_bhaal]

"No." She shakes her head, even as she leans heavily into him. Her dirty hands curl into fistfuls his tunic, leaving smears behind, no doubt. It's so hard to stay upright all the time. "It's important. I know it is."

[bythewaves]

He doesn't mind the smears, rocking her gently and running soothing fingers through her hair as he starts to hum, a low background sound of noise that soothes and comforts and coaxes.

"Maybe." He agrees. "But you might find it easier to remember when you are rested."

[child_of_bhaal]

Her hair is damp at her hairline and along the nape of her neck. He'll be able to feel the heat of her fever radiating off her skin, as she skins more and more against his supportive hold. At least, this might be evidence that she's real. Would a ghost be burning up with fever?

"I don't know. I've lost memory before." Her voice is thick with growing exhaustion. She spent a lot of what energy she has already. And he's comforting and solid; it's hard to keep putting in the effort to even sit up.

[bythewaves]

Real, but that only makes him more worried, fretting over the fever.

"Maybe you will, and maybe you will not." He hums softly, coaxing.

(Rest, the song coaxes, Safe now)

"But driving yourself to exhaustion will help none, hm?"

[child_of_bhaal]

She can feel his song wrapping around her, like a comforting blanket. She still can't be charmed or put to sleep, but what does the magic matter, when her body and mind are tired and the melody is soothing?

Her eyes closed slowly; her weight giving over to his support. "Sorry to worry you."

[bythewaves]

"No." He smiles at her fondly, taking her weight easily. "Tis an honor to worry over one so brave."

.... Welp, now he has to find her someplace to sleep.

[child_of_bhaal]

"No." It's murmured thickly into his chest. "Had to keep you safe."

If he was going to give her the choice of places, she seems to have picked 'on Maglor', because she's already slipping away into sleep. But her hand curls into his tunic, tugging close to her chest, like she's not going to be letting go any time soon, sleeping or not.

[bythewaves]

His eyes gentle, sad and knowing.

"Then I am sorry, for you should never have to damn youself for me - I am already cursed."

He looks down at the hand and smiles wryly.

"Ah little fire-hair." He murmurs softly, remembering other children in his arms, long ago.

"Well I suppose I had nowhere else to be." He carries her over to a quieter corner, where he can sit and she can lay a little more comfortably, running fingers through her hair and humming to her, low and sweet.