#doom-mer

[quintusofwindhelm]

It wasn't often that Quintus was allowed out into the rest of the city in the middle of a work day, even if it wasn't a particularly busy one. It was only to just outside the walls, in order to fetch more Dragon's Tongue (some aspiring alchemist had bought up almost the entire stock of the stuff), but it was still a nice break from the metonymy of work behind a counter.

He was just inside the gates when a rather ghastly-sounding coughing fit caught his attention. The Dunmer it came from looked... Wow. He wasn't fond of using such a word, but the poor soul looked pitiful... 

Quintus hesitated. Nurelion was sure to have his head should he take too long, and his master's temper was legendary. He saw the Mer shiver, and made his decision. The alchemist approached him carefully. "Excuse me... Are you alright?"

[chippermage]

♙, ♞ (karis catches a cold for the billionth time), ♡

Building a blanket fort on his bed was really the most efficient way to keep the sick elf warm, it wasn’t as if R’jhere didn’t have the blankets for it.  Constructing it had been the easy part- he’d simply put it together as Karis ate some warm soup he’d made- though keeping awake while inside was truly difficult.

The heat was stifling and comfortable to R’jhere, like the deserts of home.  He had curled around his sick friend to keep him warm, and let out a wide, sharp toothed yawn.  He was grateful Karis had already fallen asleep, or he was sure the elf would have startled at the sight.

Burrowing into the mer’s shoulders, the Khajiit let his eyes slip shut and was soon dozing alongside Karis, softly snoring in his sleep.