[ ill as she is, every little thing is difficult, even just sitting here, leaning into his touch and trying to breathe. her head is spinning from sitting up too long, from all the effort it took to cough the blood out of her chest, and though she hates piling more work onto him when he's already so strained, so exhausted, alisaie is.. long past the point where she can pretend that she is capable of doing anything at all. what little independence she had been clinging to is long since gone. ]
.. all right.
[ at the very least she can reach back to snag the towel from her pillow and use it to clean her trembling hands. ]
Just a.. fresh blanket will do.
[ the sheets, thankfully, had been spared from the torrent of blood, so it's at least a little less work than it otherwise might be. her eyelids flicker though, and she looks almost.. sheepish for a moment, biting her lower lip. not that there's reason to be shy with him, but still. ]
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.. all right.
[ at the very least she can reach back to snag the towel from her pillow and use it to clean her trembling hands. ]
Just a.. fresh blanket will do.
[ the sheets, thankfully, had been spared from the torrent of blood, so it's at least a little less work than it otherwise might be. her eyelids flicker though, and she looks almost.. sheepish for a moment, biting her lower lip. not that there's reason to be shy with him, but still. ]
May I.. wear one of your shirts?