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clive "arby's" rosfield ([personal profile] flagrates) wrote 2023-07-03 04:57 am (UTC)

[ Tarja looks visibly relieved at Jill's reassurance, glancing back over at Clive with softer eyes, reaching over to place the back of her hand at his forehead, dutifully ignoring the fact that he seems less than pleased. When she's satisfied he's not running a fever, and when she sees Clive take a sip of the water, she leaves, glancing over her shoulder one more time at Jill.

Make sure he rests.

Clive stops with the bread in his mouth, both offended and guilted by Tarja's admonishment, but Tarja leaves, closing the door behind them, before he can respond, and he's a bit more sullen teenager as he finishes taking his first bite, chewing and swallowing slowly, as ordered. It hits his stomach like lead, and almost threatens to come back up, but he takes another sip of water and it helps, a little. ]


I've slept.

[ He says, but it's clear he hasn't slept well in days, hasn't really let himself try to recuperate from his wounds to his body and his heart. Though, truly, he's more sullen about the moment being ruined, though he's made up his mind about it. But he can't ask now, not when he's supposed to be eating and drinking and resting. He takes another bite, swallows.

Looks up at Jill, sudden worry clouding his expression. ]


You'll be here when I wake up? This isn't a dream?

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