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"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.

"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"

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[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He's sitting beside her on the bed, his eyes a bit hazy and his body hot. He honestly feels pretty terrible, but he'd much rather be up and doing things than staying in bed.

"It's fine-"

His stomach whines loudly, and he puts a hand over it with a wince. "Okay, it's a little upset."

Perspiration is building on his forehead, and his skin is hot, but he's freezing. His hand shakes as he reaches for his moleskine, and he's trying to keep his teeth from chattering.

[child_of_bhaal]

The sad thing is, she doesn't have magic that can deal with illness. It's not the same as injury, so she can't just wave her hands and say some words to make him better this time. So instead, she takes his hand away from where he's reaching, tucks it back onto his chest, then pulls the blanket up to his chin.

"Lets get you covered up here. I'll get a cloth for your head." So saying she rises from the edge of the bed and goes to her ever useful wash basin for just such a damp, cool cloth. Which she will return to his side with quickly, and drape over his brow.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He looks exasperated when she covers him up, and he makes a sound that's dangerously close to a whine.

"Syeira."

She comes back with a cloth, and he's about to complain more, but oh, that feels good. He sighs, his eyes slipping closed.

"I don't want to be sick," he complains.

[child_of_bhaal]

"I can't imagine why not. It's such a good time." Enjoy her light sarcasm.

She fusses about with the blanket, making sure he's covered to keep off his chills. Dabs the sweat from his brow, and sighs.

"In this moment, I regret not studying to be some kind of priest. I could do something about this for you."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

A snort, and then he's curling up under the covers, trying to stave off the chills.

"Really?"

He reaches for her hand, wincing as his stomach makes another horrible sound. "Will you stay? Talk to me?"

[child_of_bhaal]

"Rabid wyverns couldn't tear me away." She gently squeezes his hand, and reaches out to stroke his hair with the other. She hears the sound in his belly, and resigns herself of a potential future of being thrown up on.

"What shall we talk about then?"

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

His lips quirk up into a tired smile, and he hums once happily at the stroking of his hair.

"Wyverns. What in the world are those?"

[child_of_bhaal]

She'll just keep it up then.

"Dragonkin creature. Thinner and lighter and smaller, but still big enough to carry off your sheep."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He lifts his brows. "Did you have sheep?"

That's a weird question. He frowns. His mind is fuzzy right now. "I mean... sorry, that's a stupid question. So they look like dragons? Have you killed one?"

[child_of_bhaal]

"Not personally no." She chuckles a little, smiling at him. "And I've killed a few. Last one was part of an interplanar slaver ring. Talked too."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He blinks at her. "It was part of what and did what?" He guesses he's heard weirder with her world, but goodness.

[child_of_bhaal]

Don't keep laughing at him. He's sick.

"An interplanar slaver ring. They were kidnapping mostly people from various planes and controlling them with collars. And it could talk. It's not so uncommon among dragons and their kin. They're old creatures, often very intelligent, sometimes very wise as well."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"That's messed up," he says about the slaver ring, rubbing his thumb along her hand. "Oh. I guess I just assumed it was an animal that couldn't talk."

His tummy rumbles fiercely, and he makes a face. "I hope-..." He gets a weird look on his face, and then he shoots up in bed and... promptly throws up in her lap.

[child_of_bhaal]

She's by his side every day while he's ill. She tends his fever, and makes sure he eats and has enough to drink. She usually falls asleep on the floor, or sometimes sitting up on the bed beside him. This time she fell asleep sitting on the bed leaning against the wall, adn then slid down to share the pillow with him. And that's where she ends up, curled up to him, snuggled close on the same pillow.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He feels completely better. Like startlingly so. The chills are gone, his skin doesn't feel hot, and his stomach doesn't hurt at all. He blinks at Syeira, and smiles, touching her cheek. He leans forward to kiss at her cheek, bursting with affection for her.

[child_of_bhaal]

She stirs when he kisses her cheek, coming awake. She's groggy, but dedicated in taking care of him, so she makes herself wake up and not roll over for another five minutes.

"How're you feeling?" She asks on a yawn.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"I feel... really good," he says with a grin, sitting up. "I feel so good, Syeira!" And now she's getting a huge, wet smackeroo on the cheek.

[child_of_bhaal]

She can't help but laugh. His exuberance is charming. She beams while he kisses her cheek, and catches his face in her hands before he pulls away.

"Let me see, just to be sure." She tests his temperature with the back of her hand. "You do feel better."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Thank God. I hate being sick."

And then he pauses before kissing her cheek softly, lingering there. "Thank you for taking care of me."

[child_of_bhaal]

That lingering kiss gets her color up and she looks down, smiling shyly.

"How could I do any different? I wanted you well at least as much as you did."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"You were great. I really couldn't have gotten through it without you."

He gets up, feeling creaky, but having some needs. "I need to go to the bathroom, and then I'm starving. You hungry?"

[child_of_bhaal]

She opts to stretch instead of pointing out that he's being silly. Of course he could have gotten through it without her. Sitting up, she swings her feet off the side of the bed.

"A little." She's usually always willing to put food in herself, as long as it's not made of paste or goo. "Are you going to bathe?" Because she knows his need for cleanliness.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Maybe a little silly. But he appreciated her a lot. "After I eat, I will."

He hesitates, then takes off his shirt, folding it and putting it off to the side. His dirty clothes pile is getting out of hand, but he digs through his clean pants looking for a shirt.

"Do you see any clean shirts? God, I hate when I don't do laundry."

[child_of_bhaal]

Sorry she's staring. It's the first time since he unintentionally was shirtless in front of her that she's seen the sight again. And he's well enough that she doesn't have to immediately stop herself from noticing him.

So. Give her a second or ten.

There's a blink. Okay, continue.

"Oh uh...I don't think you have any in here." Her speech is a little slow, as if she were not actually thinking about the answer to his question. Wonder why.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Damn."

He grabs his shirt up again, making a face at it. And then he's noticing her stare. He walks over, his legs feeling a little jelly-like, and sits on the bed beside her. He can't help but smile, moving his lips to her ear.

"Don't think I didn't see you staring," he teases her, leaving a peck on her cheek.