[ with the blankets off and the cool rag on her head she's beginning to feel somewhat more coherent, even if she's still damp with sweat and shivering deep in her bones. at least she doesn't feel like she's about to combust at any moment.
so when prompto sits beside her again, pushing back her sticky hair she hums softly and shuts her eyes, lifting one hand to drag it gently against his hip, for no other reason than to maintain contact. ]
No, none of that, please.
[ she says through a weary smile, before tugging at the hem of his shirt. ]
Your bedside manner is impeccable. Lie down and get more rest.
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so when prompto sits beside her again, pushing back her sticky hair she hums softly and shuts her eyes, lifting one hand to drag it gently against his hip, for no other reason than to maintain contact. ]
No, none of that, please.
[ she says through a weary smile, before tugging at the hem of his shirt. ]
Your bedside manner is impeccable. Lie down and get more rest.