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.

Comments

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He does help her up, careful to watch her in case she gets woozy.

"Good."

He wipes at her poor, sweaty face. "You still want me? It would probably be a lot cooler without my body heat."

[child_of_bhaal]

"No, don't leave me." She reaches for him, with both hands. One of them has a glass of water in it, so that doesn't work out great. At least she drank enough so that it doesn't spill everywhere, but some does splash over the side, onto his shirt a little. Her other hand makes contact with his arm and just...clings.

"Don't leave me alone." There's fear there, on her face. Whatever she dreamt, it's scary enough to her fried brain, that she doesn't want to be left alone with it. Or maybe it's the memory of having died weighing on her, that makes her need him close. A reminder that she's safe, alive, and not in Hell.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

It's horrible, when he realizes how panicked he made her. He grabs the glass out of her hand and puts it off to the side, and then he's grabbing her up in his arms.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not leaving you."

He tucks his leans his head against hers and closes his eyes.

"It's okay, Syeira, I promise."

[child_of_bhaal]

"Okay. Okay." She settles into his arms, going heavy again. The surge of adrenaline drains what little energy she'd stored up from her short sleep. She sags against him again, hot all over, but stubbornly clinging to him all the same.

She lies there, breathing deeply a few moments, long enough he might think she's drifted off again. But then she asks thickly:

"What happened to your face?"

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He stiffens in her arms, having thought he'd get away with it. He still might be able to, but it feels unhealthy, though. So he answers -

"I'll tell you later. I promise."

[child_of_bhaal]

She nods. "Okay." She burrows her face into the curve of his shoulder. It's probably like having a hot water bottle shoved against him, but she's exhausted and on her way back to sleep.

"...keep you safe..." And that's the last thing she murmurs before she's out again. Like a light.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

His hand goes to her back, stroking there lightly.

"I'll keep you safe, too," he whispers back. He knows she probably can't hear him, but he doesn't care. Because he is never ever letting go again. Not unless she wants him to. He wraps himself around her, and closes his eyes.