| 💠 | “Lann!” So she scolds him, following in his very uneven footsteps with fists pressed against her hips. Her lips twist down into a frown as her brow pinches and her heels click with each step she takes after him. If he was going to be stubborn then fine! Reynn could also be stubborn, so very, very stubborn, in fact, much more stubborn than he was!
“Sit down!” She reaches out for his arm, and then he has fallen down onto his rear and she huffs out a breath, willing her anger down in a harsh swallow. Breathe. Just breathe. Yelling at him won’t solve this. Use your brain. Reynn was good at doing that, so she wills herself to think, crouching down beside him, although her disapproving expression remains.
“Look, just stay there, okay? Don’t move. I’ll go get you some water or something, or…”Pausing, she shuffles in her pocket and pulls out a prismarium, releasing the Mirage inside. “He will get you some water.” She issues this as a demand towards the Mirage and then it is off, waddling away.
“I will sit here and make sure you don’t move a muscle since you can’t be trusted to do that yourself.” | 💠 |
Lann tries to shake his head as some kind of sign of reassurance, but even the smallest movements makes his head; his whole body ache further, the pounding of such an ache making his ears ring. At least she wasn’t yelling right now, although he doesn’t know when her screeching might persist again. Her yelling only made black dots crossing vision double and any subtle pain in ears to pierce.
He moves his legs a little closer to his body, fingers pressing against clammy skin, near his temple. He was fine, he didn’t feel that bad… although if he could see himself maybe he’d disagree, skin blotchy and red in some spots, but mostly ghost white, pale, fingers visibly trembling, although the notion goes unnoticed by him, everything a daze before clouded eyes.
He probably just ate something weird for breakfast, or maybe the coffee went bad for some reason…
It’s exhausting to even speak, but he feels guilt building seeing her send the little Mirage off…
It’s not like they had no choice and needed an item for some stupid Gimme Golem…
She shouldn’t have to send the Mirage off to get water, or stay and look after him…
He tugs away his hand from his head, placing it in his lap weakly, eyes shutting for just a moment. To get just a second of relief from the blinding sun that such darkness relieved.
Was it slightly cold all of a sudden, or was it just him?
Lann has to force blue hues open, the action heavy, eyelids begging to tug shut once more.
He had coffee this morning… he didn’t need anything else to drink… that and Lann didn’t want to be more of a burden and drag the Mirage out of it’s Prismarium for him… even if it had already left on its trek…
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