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07.May.12, 02:02 PM
S'kef wasn't sure who was playing who, either. He never really was.
"Thank you," he groaned as he sank back into his bedsheets. His fevered body ached and throbbed, but overall he felt better. He was certain it had to do with just lying back down, but a deeply buried part of him wanted to also attribute it to J'ver's presence. Every healer in this damn place had done a half-ass job as if they hoped the surly brownrider would die! Not J'ver, though. Even a man like S'kef had to admit that it was nice to see a concerned face once in a while, no matter how suspicious it's motives may have been. S'kef has, in spite of it all, glad to have the company.
"I know you would," he said with a lengthy sigh. "But don't worry. I'm going to be just fine, you hear me?" He sounded confident, and for the most part he was. He knew most of this would boil down to willpower. If the healers couldn't fix him, he'd just have to be strong. He'd done it before, right?
Right?
He sighed once more and let himself relax. He'd started to sweat again. "Thank you for visiting me," he said, allowing just a flickering of tenderness into his voice. If asked, he'd blame it on the fever. Or maybe the fever was causing it to begin with? Tyrrisath stood by in his mind, prepared to prefer whichever option S'kef needed him to. The dragon's support was as valuable as ever. S'kef looked back up at J'ver and managed a weak but still somehow insufferable smile.
"I know you'll do right by me. You always have and always will," he commented. He yawned and pulled his sheet up, cold even though his body was drenched in sweat and his skin was warm to the touch. He realized all at once just how sleepy he was. "...Get out of here. Go get some rest yourself. And thanks for the fruit."
He couldn't really spare any more passion than he'd already let slip, so he dismissed his greenrider as coarsely as he'd greeted him, though J'ver surely knew better by this point.
"Thank you," he groaned as he sank back into his bedsheets. His fevered body ached and throbbed, but overall he felt better. He was certain it had to do with just lying back down, but a deeply buried part of him wanted to also attribute it to J'ver's presence. Every healer in this damn place had done a half-ass job as if they hoped the surly brownrider would die! Not J'ver, though. Even a man like S'kef had to admit that it was nice to see a concerned face once in a while, no matter how suspicious it's motives may have been. S'kef has, in spite of it all, glad to have the company.
"I know you would," he said with a lengthy sigh. "But don't worry. I'm going to be just fine, you hear me?" He sounded confident, and for the most part he was. He knew most of this would boil down to willpower. If the healers couldn't fix him, he'd just have to be strong. He'd done it before, right?
Right?
He sighed once more and let himself relax. He'd started to sweat again. "Thank you for visiting me," he said, allowing just a flickering of tenderness into his voice. If asked, he'd blame it on the fever. Or maybe the fever was causing it to begin with? Tyrrisath stood by in his mind, prepared to prefer whichever option S'kef needed him to. The dragon's support was as valuable as ever. S'kef looked back up at J'ver and managed a weak but still somehow insufferable smile.
"I know you'll do right by me. You always have and always will," he commented. He yawned and pulled his sheet up, cold even though his body was drenched in sweat and his skin was warm to the touch. He realized all at once just how sleepy he was. "...Get out of here. Go get some rest yourself. And thanks for the fruit."
He couldn't really spare any more passion than he'd already let slip, so he dismissed his greenrider as coarsely as he'd greeted him, though J'ver surely knew better by this point.
