Aerith & Tifa (Tirith)

[Tifa Lockhart]

"I don't wish... to be a burden..." A weak voice rasped in reply to Sabela's question. Llyr's eyes were barely open, and he soon had them closed again once she was aware that he had stirred. Llyr's body shivered and his teeth chattered as if he was cold, despite how burning hot his body was.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela's eyes saddened.
"You're not a burden Llyr," she said softly, wrapping and tying off his new bandage.
"Make sure you have plenty to drink, okay?" she instructed gently, moving to take a canteen and hold it to his lips.
"I'll get you a light blanket and a wet cloth for your head in a moment, okay?"

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr was slow to respond as Sabela held the canteen to his lips, but slowly his began to drink the water that spilled from it, wincing as the water stung his parched throat. He coughed and turned the head when he felt he could drink no more.
"So cold..." He groaned with another shiver, opening his eyes to fix them on Sabela, "i am... sorry."

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela shook her head, as if discarding the apology. After a quick check of the carriage door, she leant forward to kiss his forehead tenderly.
"I'll just be a moment. I'll see if I can make you comfortable..."
She moved over to her bed, stripping it of its thinner sheets and bringing them over to Llyr, tucking them around him gently. She then retrieved a small cloth, dampening it with some of the water left in the canteen and placing it gently on his head.
"How does that feel?" she asked gently.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr made a weak noise of affirmation, suggesting that the blankets had helped. He shifted a little, as if he were uncomfortable, and winced as he strained his shoulder.
He mumbled several curses under his breath, his head swimming. His eyes fluttered for a moment, as if he were dozing off, but he seemed to fight the sleepiness away.
"I-I can't just lie here.... what if we're attacked." He fixed Sabela with his anxious stare.

[The Painted Lady]

"We'll manage," Sabela said softly, stroking Llyr's cheek gently.
"Everyone's on high alert.... we probably will be fine anyway."
She sighed softly.
"You should sleep if you're tired..." she soothed, smoothing his hair.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr let his eyes close almost the moment she urged him to sleep, but he didn't drift off. Instead he enjoyed her touch, despite how cold her fingers felt against his skin. He lifted a hand to place it atop hers, praying the clamminess of his palm would not make her uncomfortable.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela turned her hand over to take hold of Llyr's, gently bringing it to her lips to kiss. She continued to run her fingers through his hair.
"I'll be right here..." she said softly.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Good..." He murmured faintly, before the Knight drifted off to sleep, her hand held firmly in his atop his chest.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela sighed softly, leaning forward to kiss his lips gently.
"Don't give up on me now..." she whispered, shifting position so she was sitting comfortably on the floor beside him, resting her head lightly on his arms. Her baby blue eyes remained fixed on his face, watching him sleep.

[Tifa Lockhart]

There were a few hours of undisturbed peace before the Knight who'd assumed command in Llyr's absence knocked on the carriage door.
"There is food for yourself and Sir Llyr here My lady, should he be well enough." There was a slight pause, and then what sounded like whispers, before the man spoke again, "I shall leave the tray here. We're remaining here for the night, but i will move the convoy on in the morn. Call if you require anything." Then he was gone.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela paused as the Knight spoke, going rigid as she carefully tried to pry her fingers from Llyr's without waking him. She relaxed a little as he said he'd leave the tray and moved away again, but quickly got up to retrieve the food, bringing it inside. She placed it down and moved to change the cloth on Llyr's forehead, before gently trying to stir him.
"Llyr..." she whispered softly.
"Time to have something to eat... and another drink."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr was slow to stir, his eyes opening the tiniest crack as his head turned lethargically so that he could see Sabela's face. The sweat that coated his body had only gotten worse despite her efforts to break it, the fever obviously still climbing.
"You eat yours first...." He insisted tiredly, "I'm... not hungry." His narrow eyes flickered for a moment as he winced.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela sighed.
"You have to eat," she insisted. "Even if it's only a little..."
She straightened a little.
"Come on... let's get you up..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"I'm not hungry...." Llyr simply repeated, shaking his head as he let his eyes close all the way, "...really..."