What happened? She wanted to ask, but with her throat so dry and her body feeling so weak the best the witch could do was to do as told, drinking from the waterskin as carefully as she could despite the urge to simply drink all of the water with rush. Once she’d drank enough, Angela forced herself to relax — - as much as she could with the heat engulfing her whole and the ache all over her body, not having healed completely just yet.
“Fareeha… You’re here.” With tired limbs and heavy eyes, she took the goddess’s hand into her own, squeezing it, though one could barely feel it and with a slow, steady breath in, the witch let her lips curl into a smile as she chanted thank god over and over and over in her mind. Thank god, she was still alive. Thank god, Horus was still here. Thank god, she returned. “I missed you. Truly.”
And there’s so much she wanted to say. From apologies for worrying the goddess, to more thanks for everything, but Angela could feel herself slipping away from consciousness once more and to that, she tightened her hold around Fareeha’s hand, lithe fingers trembling. Afraid of the darkness once she closes her eyes. Afraid that this time, she might not wake up again.
Save me. She wanted to say. The same two words she was silently praying when she was left under the wizards and witches’ mercy. “Save me.” A pause, clenching her teeth together as she closed her eyes and willed herself not to fall into slumber, “I don’t want to be alone anymore, Horus.”
“Of course I’m here--- of course I am. I’m not going anywhere any time soon. I’ll be here, I swear.” Her words jumbled together as she spoke fast, trying to get her say in as if it was perhaps going to be the last thing she’ll say to her before--- Fareeha rubbed the top of Angela’s hand with her thumb, her jaw clenched when she reached to feel Angela’s forehead. She was burning up.
She was wracked with guilt--- fear--- was she sick? Was that it? Angela never got sick, that was something she’d always found odd but always thought it to be part of her magic. But this? This seemed painful. Was she dying? “Stay awake a little longer, I---” I can’t lose you again. “I need you to direct me on what to do, which book has the formula that might help you.”
Would she have anything on fevers? She never got sick herself, unless it was for someone asking for assistance? Either way, Fareeha wasn’t sure with what she was suppose to do. Perhaps, this was the first time in a long time she felt true fear. Without meaning to, she’d become use to the idea that she was undefeatable. She never needed to fear for herself and she trusted the soldiers that would work under her from time to time.
But this? This was something different, very different. This was her being truly afraid for the one she held close. This was her being scared of losing her. This was her being frightened by the future for once in her life. Her mind going in all the wrong placed--- a future without Angela. It’d been so long she honestly didn’t know what life would be like without Angela in it.
