[ roasting he says, and alisaie can't help the breathless laugh she gives in response because yes, that's exactly how it feels. her flesh is on fire but her bones are freezing and her nightdress is sticking uncomfortably to her skin and she feels awful. there's no hiding it, and she was foolish to think that she could, most especially from prompto. hasn't she chastised him a hundred times in the past for doing the same? for minimizing his discomfort so as not to be a burden?
his hand touches her back and she sighs, relaxing minimally beneath his touch, and when she looks toward him over her shoulder she's offering a weak smile. he's so kind, so sweet, but still she hates to make him worry.
lying back sounds like.. a good idea. ]
I'm sorry.
[ he'd been sleeping so peacefully, and peo too, and now they're both fretting over her like maids; this couldn't have waited 'til tomorrow, could it? he's got a busy day ahead of him after a busy day before, he should be resting, not up and about fussing over her. but she lies back anyway and wipes the sweat from her brow with her knuckles, breathing quick and shallow, anything to alleviate the heat. ]
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his hand touches her back and she sighs, relaxing minimally beneath his touch, and when she looks toward him over her shoulder she's offering a weak smile. he's so kind, so sweet, but still she hates to make him worry.
lying back sounds like.. a good idea. ]
I'm sorry.
[ he'd been sleeping so peacefully, and peo too, and now they're both fretting over her like maids; this couldn't have waited 'til tomorrow, could it? he's got a busy day ahead of him after a busy day before, he should be resting, not up and about fussing over her. but she lies back anyway and wipes the sweat from her brow with her knuckles, breathing quick and shallow, anything to alleviate the heat. ]