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[armwriostle]

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[empaler]

[ her first instinct is to insist that she's fine and that she's well enough to at least make it to her room. but she remembers the expression on his face when she came to, the warmth of his hand entwined with hers, and she thinks better of it. instead, she wraps one arm around his shoulders, studying his face briefly before leaning her head against his chest. ]

... All right.

[ it prickles at her, this vulnerability. but she wrestles it down, closing her eyes and letting him take her where he wants to go. ]

[armwriostle]

[Wriothesley is nothing if not protective. He carries her close to his chest as he leaves the Broken Wing and starts to walk down the many glamorous hallways towards Mating Seasons. In normal circumstances, he would just take her back to his room or hers, but he doesn't know the status of her room to trust it and he could acknowledge that his room is not the most comfortable with what amenities he has at his rank.

Mating Seasons should have proper space for them to be comfortable and be given the privacy they want.

It's how they end up there in a nice room. It wasn't lavish, but it was comfortable and spacious. Exactly what he was expecting. Wriothesley carefully places her down on the bed and takes a seat next to her.] How are you feeling?

[empaler]

[ she doesn't open her eyes until they reach mating seasons, fully placing her trust in him to find a place more suitable to rest in. the lights of the gilded hallways are bright enough to prick at her beneath her eyelids and she turns her face into his chest without really thinking about it, seeking even just a moment's relief.

she looks more tired when they reach the room, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after coughing up a few more petals. she lowers herself down on the bed, sighing once her back hits the mattress. ]

Like I could use a nap. [ a poor attempt at a joke; she never takes naps. ] Thank you... for taking care of me.

[armwriostle]

Clorinde? Needing a nap? Next you'll tell me that Neuvillette is taking a vacation longer than a day. [Wriothesley happily quips back. It relieves the tension just a bit to get that back and forth in.

The lingering scent of florals and the petals is still too present for neither of them to forget what's happening.]

You can take a nap after, but I'm afraid you'll have to stay awake a little longer for now. [Well, technically she could sleep, but he doubts she'd feel comfortable doing that. Especially as Wriothesley braces a hand on the mattress to lean over her from where he's seated.] Let's deal with your illness, shall we? You don't have to thank me because you would have cared for me in return if our roles were reversed.