“ are you sure you’re okay? ” Y'shtaka to Saya or Soliri :D
Y’shtaka’s gentle, concerned tone was the only thing that’d gotten Soliri’s attention in over an hour. She lifted her head from her pillow, even though the movement pulled at the stiff, aching skin on her shoulders. Her nose wrinkled at the pain. She sighed and flopped back down, white-blonde hair sliding over the pillowcase that was only just managing to not smother her.
“Sunburn...” she groaned, though her admission was completely unnecessary the moment Shtaka pulled back she sheets bunched up around her. A few days of travel through the Lochs had left the pale skinned Miqo’te as red as an apple beneath the flurry of freckles that remained from her last excursion. “Too hot for sleeves.”
Shtaka tutted at her, but smoothed a hand over her hair all the same, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on her tender pink scalp.
“Would you rather suffer the sweat or the burn?”
Soliri took a moment, head buried, fingers curling at the corners of the pillow. The question was rhetorical for the most part, but that didn’t stop Iri from considering. She hated being sweaty. Being sweaty meant rashes, and rashes were as uncomfortable as the burn. But burns left you stiff and uncomfortable for days...
She lifted her head, but didn’t turn to look at the woman beside her. She stared straight ahead, murmured a weak, “Freckles are cute, aren’t they?” before thumping facedown into the pillow again.
Her ears twitched when Shtaka chuckled at her, and she grinned into the too-warm pillowcase.
