[She looks up at him briefly, but then shudders and leans back over the riverside again, trembling as she loses her ... I guess breakfast at this point.]
[ It's fine it's fine, he's seen worse. Which is why he doesn't even flinch at the sight of her puking into the mud and shallows.
Instead, he gathers up her hair from her face. He's clumsy, but grateful for once that his strength has faded, so he doesn't have to worry as he holds the strands neatly behind her back. ]
There's no shame in that.
[ Death hangs in the air, oppressive. He's seen grown men suffer the same from less. ]
She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself as if she can stop all this by doing so. Flayn is able to take a few shallow breaths, but she makes a face a moment later. She just feels really icky right now.]
By now, I should...
[Her voice trails off, and she chuckles weakly.]
...what I would not give for one of Professor Manuela's concoctions right about now.
[ The Monastery felt so far away, now. It's only been two weeks, but the clinic might as well be a world away.
Manuela wasn't here, so he'd have to be. ]
...Here. [ He offers her his canteen, sloshing with clean water. ] It's no medicine, but it will help.
[ Sad that all he can offer is to help wash out her mouth and to tie back her hair, though. She looks so miserable like this, he wishes there was more he could do. ]
I did not wish to present myself as an easier target to anyone than I already am...
[Which is pretty stupid, but also a big chunk of why she didn't say anything. She nods at his insistence, though, and puts her palms to the ground to help keep herself steady as she tries to stand up.
It's a pretty pathetic sight, and she grabs for Dimitri's arm immediately.]
It's nothing to apologize over. I'm sorry we in a place so unsafe that you could not show any vulnerability.
[ All creatures do it. Birds, hounds, cats—they are all always in such danger in the wilds that they hide their ailments. It just goes to show how terrible this place is, for both her body and spirit.
He crouches down to a knee, encouraging her to wrap her arms around his neck. ]
I will keep you steady, I promise. [ (He's been doing that a lot, lately. Promising.) ]
For all the good that will do her, she does - when he kneels down, she shifts to wrap her arms around his neck for support, and settles herself against her back. For what feels like the first time in a long while, she allows herself to relax.
This entire island is a nightmare, but she feels safe with Dimitri.]
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He really ought to keep searching, no matter how fruitless. But Dimitri is far from heartless, and he knows the sound well enough.
Which is why he can guess why she's sick as well, his voice sympathetic and soft when he kneels beside her. ] Flayn... are you all right?
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Dimitri—
[She looks up at him briefly, but then shudders and leans back over the riverside again, trembling as she loses her ... I guess breakfast at this point.]
...I do not have the stomach for this, I fear.
[Her voice is tiny.]
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Instead, he gathers up her hair from her face. He's clumsy, but grateful for once that his strength has faded, so he doesn't have to worry as he holds the strands neatly behind her back. ]
There's no shame in that.
[ Death hangs in the air, oppressive. He's seen grown men suffer the same from less. ]
No one should have the stomach for this.
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She shudders, wrapping her arms around herself as if she can stop all this by doing so. Flayn is able to take a few shallow breaths, but she makes a face a moment later. She just feels really icky right now.]
By now, I should...
[Her voice trails off, and she chuckles weakly.]
...what I would not give for one of Professor Manuela's concoctions right about now.
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Manuela wasn't here, so he'd have to be. ]
...Here. [ He offers her his canteen, sloshing with clean water. ] It's no medicine, but it will help.
[ Sad that all he can offer is to help wash out her mouth and to tie back her hair, though. She looks so miserable like this, he wishes there was more he could do. ]
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...no. If this is not simply the result of a weak stomach, then I do not wish to pass this illness on to you.
[It sure would suck if Dimitri caught some weird island disease!]
—but I appreciate your thoughtfulness, regardless.
i'm gonna mcmurder you
Why would she be worried about that? ]
An illness...? Have you felt unwell for long?
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...yes. I have been feeling poorly since the beginning of the week.
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[ He's not taking it back, Flayn!! Also, he's obviously surprised, though—maybe he should've seen it earlier. She did seem short of breath, but... ]
You mustn't press yourself so! [ It's a little chiding, but mostly concern. ] Here, climb onto my back. I will carry you back to camp.
[ This is non-negotiable. ]
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I did not wish to present myself as an easier target to anyone than I already am...
[Which is pretty stupid, but also a big chunk of why she didn't say anything. She nods at his insistence, though, and puts her palms to the ground to help keep herself steady as she tries to stand up.
It's a pretty pathetic sight, and she grabs for Dimitri's arm immediately.]
—I am sorry.
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[ All creatures do it. Birds, hounds, cats—they are all always in such danger in the wilds that they hide their ailments. It just goes to show how terrible this place is, for both her body and spirit.
He crouches down to a knee, encouraging her to wrap her arms around his neck. ]
I will keep you steady, I promise. [ (He's been doing that a lot, lately. Promising.) ]
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[She trusts him.
For all the good that will do her, she does - when he kneels down, she shifts to wrap her arms around his neck for support, and settles herself against her back. For what feels like the first time in a long while, she allows herself to relax.
This entire island is a nightmare, but she feels safe with Dimitri.]
Thank you... for finding me.