shri: (» you were sharp as a knife to get me)
lakshmi· ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ · bai ([personal profile] shri) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar 2017-03-06 11:38 am (UTC)

The worst comes as she leans over him, hands either side of his head, and determinedly takes the pillow and...



... fluffs it. A brisk gesture, perhaps, but mostly harmless. "Well, I am glad you're not dying." Bemused at his stubbornness and - so privately, more than that, that he would not. "But if that's the case, shall I play the adoring woman instead? Most men are quite pleased with the thought of a Queen doing such for them." A distracting word as the pillow gets settled and she takes up a spot on the edge of the bed. Her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, an ugly mostly faded claw mark on the inside of her arm that is now just thin white lines where once they had been broad. More serious to look than in the end it had been.

She reaches for the cloth again, squeezing the water out. "I am going to try and cool your fever, now." To give him as much warning as possible for what she does. Let him be comfortable with the notion before she moves, the excess water trickling over the inside of her wrist. Letting him see before she brings it to his forehead, and if he lets her, begins to dab it to his temple and it is cool. Easy to find cool water here in all this snow.

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting