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Rivaini blood is meant for sunshine and warmth. As a mage with fire affinity, that statement was doubly true for Gael. He remembered the colorful lizards that inhabited the gardens and rural places of his home country, buzzing with energy as they scurried around this way and that in the sun, chasing insects and hiding away in the holes and crevices of older buildings, only to then poke out their heads once danger had passed; but when winter set in and brought its colder temperatures and longer hours of darkness, the little creatures were hardly seen, and whenever they were spotted outside of their hideouts, they moved sluggishly, sleepily. Gael felt exactly like that when he set foot in Ferelden. It was cold, often dark, and sun was replaced with relentless rain, leaving him void of energy and drowsy. He would take his while getting used to it.
Then, not a week after finding Lyrel and his family, he fell ill. Back at home, he hardly ever got sick despite his undernourishment, and here in this stormy coast, illness took a vicious hold on him. It started off as a cold, clogging his nose and making his throat burn, then it developed into headaches, muscle ache. dizziness and weakness, until he simply collapsed one night. Lyrel’s mother said he was reacting poorly to the common flu because as a foreigner, he wasn’t yet used to the strains local peoples grew an immunity to, and although it made sense, it also frightened him. Gael had never felt so weak in his life, incapable of eating from lack of appetite (that was a first for him) and only being kept alive and conscious through potions, water and soup. He could hardly go a minute without a coughing fit and struggled to breathe through his nose. Stars above, he just wanted it to pass.
it was terrifying to lyrel to see anyone he loved sick or hurt. it was part of the reason he fussed over his younger siblings so much since they all tended to venture into more dangerous activities than that of their older brother. even fen, who was just as much a homebody as lyrel was, got the same treatment. but at the first signs of gael’s sickness, lyrel grew more worried than ever. he tried to keep gael’s health up but it seemed like nothing worked until eventually he just dropped.
lyrel felt like he hadn’t slept in days and even if he tried to his anxiety and fear would only wake him right back up. he never left gael’s side, not for a single moment. he refused at this point and put all his energy in helping his mother keep gael as lively as possible. which wasn’t very much. he settled a hand on gael’s forehead, chilled a bit more than his usual temperature to help sooth the fever that was probably plaguing his love. “ how are you feeling? ”
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