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02.Apr.12, 07:21 PM
She was in and out of consciousness, but she was aware that they were flying. She was aware of arms around her, and Krypth's fear. Now now, none of that, she tried to say, but it came out something more like a moan. Her fingers twitched as she tried to move her arm. So blurry. It was probably a blessing that she didn't remember how she got off the dragon, or how she got onto the table in Healer Hall. Screaming and keening beat at her ears and she whined, trying to press her hands to the tortured appendages. Loud, loud. Cold water pressed to her face and she screamed, though maybe it was only so loud to her own ears, trying to push at the people pushing the icy water to her. She was already cold enough, why were they doing it more. Were they trying to torture her? It was working. Darkness.
Jada blinked feverishly-shining eyes, turning them accusingly in the direction B'jin and his soothing voice as he held the chilled cloth to her forehead, trying to aid in bringing down her fever. "Lk'ed." Lunkhead. "m'Col. Nor." I'm cold. No more. He stepped to the side, but he didn't seem to be paying her any mind at all. So many people were looking at her! She had a cold, it wasn't like... Her little one? She wasn't pregnant. "Krp?" yes, that had to be it. Where was Krypth? Why wasn't she feeling her panic anymore? "Krp!" she tried to push up, but hands held her down. Darkness. there were things going on around, but she didn't understand time. Everything was dripping slowly, blurred and muffled, and loud. And then silence.
She gasped as something brushed against her arm, the sensation burning through her like fire. She tried to shove up, her mind moving faster than her body- or was it the other way around? She wasn't coordinated, and she also wasn't moving. Her wrists wouldn't bend, they were swollen. And the stink- stink. pain. That connected. "N'meed. Plsss." Numbweed, please. She needed more, desperately, it made the pain go away so she could get back to business. It stank terribly, though; that was the reason, she was sure, for the stink now. She didn't understand... Her tongue was so thick, she could feel her teeth brushing over it. It felt like sandpaper when she brushed her lips... the fuss. Lips brushed her head and- Darkness.
Squeaking and wailing, a masculine, unfamiliar mind brushing her own. Jada, wake up. "No compcate." Not complicated. She opened bleary eyes to Valerian, and was surprised to see another familiar face behind him, and a bronze head. "Vy. Vee. Allie. Val. Mawake" she greeted the whirling-eyed little creatures first, her own eyes rolling in her head, trying to see the little golden head she knew had to be around. "Krp. Krp?" Talian- they'd mentioned him, or had that been a dream? Her eyes rolled, trying to see around the people who hovered, the attention being paid to her swollen arms. "Why? Jssa Scrrch." Just a scratch. It was what she'd been telling everyone. Was her cold that bad? But she wasn't coughing. "Col." Cold. "Val?" her eyes went back to the most familiar face, pleading. He'd understand, wouldn't he? There was an ally in this. "Wann' slee' ana be oke." Wanna sleep and I'll be okay. Just like when she was little, and Szelem would tuck her in blankets and she'd sweat the cold away.
Jada blinked feverishly-shining eyes, turning them accusingly in the direction B'jin and his soothing voice as he held the chilled cloth to her forehead, trying to aid in bringing down her fever. "Lk'ed." Lunkhead. "m'Col. Nor." I'm cold. No more. He stepped to the side, but he didn't seem to be paying her any mind at all. So many people were looking at her! She had a cold, it wasn't like... Her little one? She wasn't pregnant. "Krp?" yes, that had to be it. Where was Krypth? Why wasn't she feeling her panic anymore? "Krp!" she tried to push up, but hands held her down. Darkness. there were things going on around, but she didn't understand time. Everything was dripping slowly, blurred and muffled, and loud. And then silence.
She gasped as something brushed against her arm, the sensation burning through her like fire. She tried to shove up, her mind moving faster than her body- or was it the other way around? She wasn't coordinated, and she also wasn't moving. Her wrists wouldn't bend, they were swollen. And the stink- stink. pain. That connected. "N'meed. Plsss." Numbweed, please. She needed more, desperately, it made the pain go away so she could get back to business. It stank terribly, though; that was the reason, she was sure, for the stink now. She didn't understand... Her tongue was so thick, she could feel her teeth brushing over it. It felt like sandpaper when she brushed her lips... the fuss. Lips brushed her head and- Darkness.
Squeaking and wailing, a masculine, unfamiliar mind brushing her own. Jada, wake up. "No compcate." Not complicated. She opened bleary eyes to Valerian, and was surprised to see another familiar face behind him, and a bronze head. "Vy. Vee. Allie. Val. Mawake" she greeted the whirling-eyed little creatures first, her own eyes rolling in her head, trying to see the little golden head she knew had to be around. "Krp. Krp?" Talian- they'd mentioned him, or had that been a dream? Her eyes rolled, trying to see around the people who hovered, the attention being paid to her swollen arms. "Why? Jssa Scrrch." Just a scratch. It was what she'd been telling everyone. Was her cold that bad? But she wasn't coughing. "Col." Cold. "Val?" her eyes went back to the most familiar face, pleading. He'd understand, wouldn't he? There was an ally in this. "Wann' slee' ana be oke." Wanna sleep and I'll be okay. Just like when she was little, and Szelem would tuck her in blankets and she'd sweat the cold away.
