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12.Sep.22, 11:31 AM
Ch'es had scarcely had the time to wake fully before a man was making himself quite comfortable in their room. By the way he embraced I'vens, the boy assumed they were kin. He felt a pang of jealousy that there was no one to come and visit him in his sick bed that Ch'es firmly attempted to squash down. It was an ugly emotion that he didn't care for. Of course, Pardrith sensed it and snuggled more firmly against his boy in silence.
When the man regarded the pair of them, it was Pardrith who lifted his head to glare at the old geezer who dared to mistake his color. He supposed he could forgive the transgression as his coat was quite striking. No doubt he'd been blinded by it! Ch'es let out a soft snort of amusement and scratched along Pardrith's neck.
Turn away, the dragonet warned the others just as Ch'es twisted violently to vomit into a nearby bucket. Nausea had come on so fast that now his lingering headache made sense. While Ch'es continued his miserly dealings with his revolting stomach, Pardrith continued on to use his voice to hide the worst of the sounds of his bonded's sick. He says he's sorry for this. And that he'd rather have met you under different circumstances. Asking now for his own curiosity, the dragonet continued. Are you related then? You bear a semblance.
Finished with his vomiting, Ch'es dry-heaved a few more times before he ended up panting into his bucket of sick. The smell of bile and sour stomach contents did little to assuage the difficulty breathing until a healer bustled in with a cup of tea. The scent of peppermint at least chased off the lingering smells and helped the wave of nausea pass more quickly. At the encouragement to drink, Ch'es chanced a taste and wrinkled his nose at it.
"Well, what were you expecting? Hot cocoa?" the healer demanded with a puff of annoyance. "Hurry up, drink it down. All of it now." Only once Ch'es had dutifully swallowed all of it did she take the cup and bucket both before hurrying off to assist another.
When the man regarded the pair of them, it was Pardrith who lifted his head to glare at the old geezer who dared to mistake his color. He supposed he could forgive the transgression as his coat was quite striking. No doubt he'd been blinded by it! Ch'es let out a soft snort of amusement and scratched along Pardrith's neck.
Finished with his vomiting, Ch'es dry-heaved a few more times before he ended up panting into his bucket of sick. The smell of bile and sour stomach contents did little to assuage the difficulty breathing until a healer bustled in with a cup of tea. The scent of peppermint at least chased off the lingering smells and helped the wave of nausea pass more quickly. At the encouragement to drink, Ch'es chanced a taste and wrinkled his nose at it.
"Well, what were you expecting? Hot cocoa?" the healer demanded with a puff of annoyance. "Hurry up, drink it down. All of it now." Only once Ch'es had dutifully swallowed all of it did she take the cup and bucket both before hurrying off to assist another.
