Avarielle gently pulls back the tent flaps and crawls inside. The sight that she sees next makes her snort. Alistair is lying face down on his bedroll, face squished into his pillow. "That can't be very comfortable," She comments as she crawls around to the side of his bedroll.
"I'm smothering my cold. Or maybe it will kill me and I'll be done with this cold. Whichever comes first," Alistair muffles into the pillow. Avarielle rolls her eyes.
"Oh, stop being such a baby," She smiles, rubbing her hand over the small of Alistair's back.
I needed to work on something fluffy and dumb to distract myself from endo spikes. So Alistair has a cold and Avarielle is taking care of him lol










