[ her head lolls to the side. the glassy eyes and flushed face are a new look on her. the latticework of frost just peeking out from under her is also new. nymeria barks softly.
after a moment of silence, she holds out her hand. ]
I'm fine. [ the argument might be more convincing if she could move freely. her head feels too heavy for her neck. she waves limply. ] Go find something to eat.
[ rolling her eyes, she pushes nymeria off and gets to her feet. she stalks past allen without a word, hugging her arms to herself. irritation hums inside her veins.
[He knew she'd protest, but he still starts to find it a bit grating, considering her current state. He furrows his brow at her.]
Don't be silly.
I'm concerned. Do you not expect me to be? You look like you could keel over any moment. [ shaking his head, ] Pretend I'm not here, if you'd rather, but I'm not leaving you like this.
If he says anything, he's sure she'd only yell at him again - if he tries to go after her, she'll waste more energy fighting it, and that's the last thing she should be doing. He doesn't know how else to help. So his only response is a quiet, frustrated exhale, and a step backwards, conceding despite what he'd said.
He'll have to trust she's right, and she'll be fine on her own.]
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[He'll be the judge of that.
And indeed, he arrives a few minutes later, pill bottle in hand. He gives the door a knock, before going ahead and opening it anyway.]
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after a moment of silence, she holds out her hand. ]
I told you I'm fine.
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[Verdict: she's a liar. Unsurprisingly.
He twists the cap off in a hurry and drops a pill in her palm, as he crouches down by her side.] You're not fooli—
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What is this...?
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I turned on the room. I wanted snow. Gave me ice.
[ she swallows it without water. leaning her head back, she closes her eyes. with her eyes still closed, she adds, ] You can go now.
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The room must be malfunctioning...
And predictably, he doesn't go anywhere.]
You shouldn't be out here if you're sick. Come on, let's get you in a bed.
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html where did you go...
I'll carry you if I must.
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I will stab you if you grab me.
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Please, Cat. Don't stay here, you're not well.
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the latticework of ice remains, melting slowly. ]
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Kaneis isn't here right now, I've a spare bed.
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I've a bed of mine own. I can get to it. [ it's a dismissal. ]
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[Still following...]
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What do you want? Are you expecting payment?
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Don't be silly.
I'm concerned. Do you not expect me to be? You look like you could keel over any moment. [ shaking his head, ] Pretend I'm not here, if you'd rather, but I'm not leaving you like this.
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You're feverish, Cat! Why are you being so stubborn!?
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Just because you can doesn't mean you have to!
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Cat...
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If he says anything, he's sure she'd only yell at him again - if he tries to go after her, she'll waste more energy fighting it, and that's the last thing she should be doing. He doesn't know how else to help. So his only response is a quiet, frustrated exhale, and a step backwards, conceding despite what he'd said.
He'll have to trust she's right, and she'll be fine on her own.]