[ Unfortunately for the pair of them, Alkaid's rest is far too light for not to notice how he shivers. It takes her a moment to truly come to the waking world in full capacity, but her partially opened eyes glance down at the Elezen in her arms. She wordlessly raises a hand to his forehead, fingers brushing under his bangs to place her hand for his temperature. He is incredibly warm to her touch but shivers in her hold.
A fever.
Alkaid hums lightly, still pulling her mind out of the last bit of sleep. Her eyes cast a glance to the fire that has turned to embers. The sun still has not risen, which means too much time cannot have passed. Perhaps they should invest in a clock for their room. ]
...you're burning up, my love. [ Her hand shifts just a bit higher on his forehead. ] Are you cold even under the blankets?
[ Perhaps it is a simple and obvious question. Yet, she wishes to gauge how he perceives he feels, as opposed to what he can sense. ]
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A fever.
Alkaid hums lightly, still pulling her mind out of the last bit of sleep. Her eyes cast a glance to the fire that has turned to embers. The sun still has not risen, which means too much time cannot have passed. Perhaps they should invest in a clock for their room. ]
...you're burning up, my love. [ Her hand shifts just a bit higher on his forehead. ] Are you cold even under the blankets?
[ Perhaps it is a simple and obvious question. Yet, she wishes to gauge how he perceives he feels, as opposed to what he can sense. ]