Hi nice to meet you could you write hagar from cultist of the lamb falling ill and being taken care of by the reader
Hello! And yes.
Hagar x reader
Another day in the cult, dealing with farms the... odd requests of followers and ensuring these helpless souls remember to eat. You find your mind drifting to a certain hound, Hagar.. you hadn't seen her all day and it was while not out of the ordinary was still strange she hadn't graced your presence once and that certainly won't do, so it's off to her tent hopefully she's just distracted by her sunny patch of grass she enjoys.
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Ah.. so she was sick.. the thought passes through your head the explanation tracking well with the sight of said hound curled up and whimpering, the moisturizer of their fur and the shakes that wrack their body suggests Fever, and with a simple brush of your hands you feel the higher than average heat.. a fever indeed, well not much a simple rest and care won't handle... if that wasn't for the apologies that broke your heart to hear..
"I'm sorry"
"I'll get up"
"I'll be better"
"I promise, I'll get back up"
You waved your hand moving to usher her onto her bed and silence the rambling apologies "there's nothing to apologize for" you calmy insist trying to calm her. "You're sick, you need rest, i assure you I'm not mad" your tone is calm and understanding, you hope that this assurance will calm her as you don't think stress is going to do that fever any good.. perhaps you should get up and get her some sou-
"P-Please don't go!"
You suddenly feel a paw grasp your arm, desperate and pleading as she wines, terrified of being alone in her fragile state and you in your heart can't bother to leave her, so you wave down a follower and tell them to grab you two bowls of soup, then you sit by the bed staying just as she asked... she hasn't let go of your hand, seeming to find comfort in your presence slowly slipping into slumber now relaxed enough to rest.
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The bowls of soup had finally arrived, you kindly thanked the follower before turning your attention to the sleeping woman, her hand still in your own, you can't help but wonder if you should wake her.. the soup will get cold if you don't...but the peacefulness of her sleep brings a soft smile to your face..sadly you must suck it up and you gently shake her rousing her from her slumber and supporting her as she slowly sits up "soups here.. you need to eat" you gently ssy, she's slouching her body groggy and sluggish with sleep and sickness, you bring the bowl to her mouth etching sips of the warm food from her as she slowly gulps it down filling her stomach, she lets out a soft sigh as she finishes and you move to set the bowl aside and eat your own soup, watching as she lays down curling into the comfort of her bed and many blankets. You watch as she takes your hand again and slips into a deep sleep.
You set your bowl down, watching her chest rise and fall, you'll have to send scouts out to get some herbs for her medicine, but for now.. you will be here, watching over her as she wishes