[ He opens his mouth to argue — that he's up and he's breathing and he's fine, he promised her the world and he's going to keep that promise, even if he has to sneak out in the middle of the night to do it, but then the bell signaling their arrival at port sounds in the distance and Clive is blinded by the burning white hot light of the sun as the door opens and Tarja strides in.
Oh, you're still in here. Fancy that.
She says it like an exasperated school marm, and looks to Jill, nodding once in thanks for keeping her patient in line and in bed. Tarja picks up the discarded trousers at the end of the bed and holds them up.
Come on, put your trousers on. We're at port.
She turns to Jill, apologetic.
We'll meet you outside.
Clive turns to Tarja, because it's not like Jill's never seen him naked before, but her glance towards him could wither a marlboro and he (wisely) decides to keep his mouth shut, instead turning to Jill and giving her a quick kiss. ]
Go on. I'm alright.
[ The ship is still unloading at the dock when Clive finally emerges from the cabin onto the deck, dressed in simple linens, leaning on Tarja for support. One the wounds on his back had opened in the night, and Tarja had insisted on stitching and bandaging it back up before letting him leave; if she'd had her way, he wouldn't be walking at all, but he insisted. He needed everyone to see that he was alright. The horizon of Port Isolde stretches before him, but he doesn't see it. He's looking for Jill, brow furrowing when he doesn't see her right away. ]
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Oh, you're still in here. Fancy that.
She says it like an exasperated school marm, and looks to Jill, nodding once in thanks for keeping her patient in line and in bed. Tarja picks up the discarded trousers at the end of the bed and holds them up.
Come on, put your trousers on. We're at port.
She turns to Jill, apologetic.
We'll meet you outside.
Clive turns to Tarja, because it's not like Jill's never seen him naked before, but her glance towards him could wither a marlboro and he (wisely) decides to keep his mouth shut, instead turning to Jill and giving her a quick kiss. ]
Go on. I'm alright.
[ The ship is still unloading at the dock when Clive finally emerges from the cabin onto the deck, dressed in simple linens, leaning on Tarja for support. One the wounds on his back had opened in the night, and Tarja had insisted on stitching and bandaging it back up before letting him leave; if she'd had her way, he wouldn't be walking at all, but he insisted. He needed everyone to see that he was alright. The horizon of Port Isolde stretches before him, but he doesn't see it. He's looking for Jill, brow furrowing when he doesn't see her right away. ]