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[virgocat]

"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]

"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.

Flash back to this time when I was a kid and a girl threw up in my lap XD

[child_of_bhaal]

Well, she'd expected this. She's got good enough reflexes that she can keep the bedding clean, but her lap...not so much. She holds him until he's empty and then carefully eases him back to the pillows while keeping her very messy lap from dribbling on the bed.

"Okay, it's okay. Just lay back and I'll get this cleaned up." She's had worse on her to be honest. She gets up and peels off the soiled boots and pants, balling them up carefully so she doesn't get the rest of her messy.

She can't walk around without pants, so she glances at her poor, sick beau with an apology. "Sorry, I have to change and then get things to clean up. It'll just be a few moments."

She's blushing as she turns her back and pulls on the simple dress he'd helped her buy so many planets ago. He's ill, and it's necessary. But still, a little bashful to be undressed so fully in front of him, even with her back turned. Still it gets done, and she grabs up her bundle of clothing and hurries out.

She drops off her things in the laundry; she'll have to attend them later. Then comes back with towels and wet cloth to clean up the place beside the bed where the mess remained.

the closest I had happen was a girl throwing up on my shoes XD

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He moans mournfully, letting her lie him back. Closing his eyes, he just tries to breathe without retching. She mentions she's going to change, and he opens his eyes, nodding. He notices her pulling on the dress, but he doesn't have the wherewithal to be embarrassed or sneak too many glances.

She leaves, and it hits him that he just threw up on his girlfriend. He moans again and curls up on his side. By the time she comes back, his face is stuffed in the pillow.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice muffled by the pillow.

[child_of_bhaal]

She cleans up what little mess there is, and sits down beside him on the bed again. She gently nudges his shoulder, to coax him out of the pillow.

"It's all right. You're sick, it happens."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

Okay, he pulls his face out of the pillow, looking forlorn.

"This is why I hole myself up in my hotel room usually when I'm sick."

He reaches out to touch her leg. "I'm... embarrassed, but thank you for being so nice about it."

[child_of_bhaal]

She strokes his face gently, covertly testing his temperature.

"I have been stained with worse in my time. When your stomach is not so fragile, maybe I'll tell you about it." Her tone is light with levity. "Really you'll have to try much harder than that to put me off, darling."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

His brow furrows momentarily. Is she talking about blood? Or something more innocent? He offers her a smile, though, tracing circles on her leg with his index finger.

"You're one tough cookie, my dear."

[child_of_bhaal]

Not blood, but not innocent either. It's a gross story. Let it rest until some other day.

"Tough cookie?" She smiles, amused. "That sounds unpleasant. Cookies are best when their warm and soft."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Mm, no. Hard cookies all the way. Crunchy with nuts or chocolate in them," he argues with her goodnaturedly.

[child_of_bhaal]

"You've never seen someone crack a tooth on a hard bit of cookie have you? Fresh from the oven is the only way to have them."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He splutters. "Have you actually seen that?"

And then he's pretending to think on it. "I could maybe go for that. Once I'm not dying from the plague."

[child_of_bhaal]

"We'll have to find a bakery somewhere then." Because she'd just make a mess in the kitchen, and Zhas would scowl....more than usual.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"That would be lovely." He closes his eyes, resting his head back on the pillow. "Can you cook? I don't think I've actually seen you cooking."

[child_of_bhaal]

"I can make meat so it won't kill you if you eat it. That's about the extent of my talents there."

She reaches out and runs the back of her hand across his cheek. He's very lovely, even ill.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He smiles softly and opens his eyes. "Maybe I could show you some tips sometime."

He catches her hand to kiss it. "I'm not fantastic, but I can make a mean casserole."

[child_of_bhaal]

Easy, Syeira. Down girl. The kiss on her hand makes that little thrill go through her, and she has to will it away. He's sick. This is no time for amorous thoughts.

"I'd love a lesson. And you'll have to teach me what a casserole is."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

It's probably not helping that he's nuzzling her hand.

"Oh, a casserole is great for beginners. Just toss in some leftovers and voila!"

He makes a grand flourish, then groans, touching a hand to his stomach. He lets his head fall back on the pillow with a sigh.

"I wish I could kiss you silly."

[child_of_bhaal]

Saying things like that doesn't help either. It seems when it comes to Arthur, Syeira is very easily seduced.

"You'll have to save it for later." She lays her hand over the one on his stomach, a gentle weight, careful not to press to hard. "You should rest, or you'll never get well."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"Later then," he says, his eyes tired but full of promise. "I don't want to rest." He... sounds a little like a child right now.

[child_of_bhaal]

"I know." Her voice is full of affection. "But the more rest you get, the sooner you can be well enough to kiss me."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

His eyes get wide, and then they close, his head flopping over as he pretends to snore.

[child_of_bhaal]

She can't help but chuckle at his antics.

"If you weren't so ill, I'd tickle you for such a poor attempt at feigning sleep. Surely there's a better actor in you than this."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"I would hate to embarrass my bard girlfriend with my skills," he says with a grin. "I can act with far superior skill, I assure you. I was quite the Mercutio in sixth grade."

He waits for her to be impressed for .2 seconds before going "Wait. Have you read Shakespeare?"

[child_of_bhaal]

She shakes her head with a small smile. "Who's he?"

That's the problem with getting involved with someone from a completely different plane of existence. She has no idea what he means when he makes common references.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"A fantastic playwright. He wrote some great comedies and dramas. I was in a play called Romeo and Juliet, about starcrossed lovers whose families are enemies. I should get you to act out some of his stuff for me," he says with a grin.