Aerith & Tifa (Tirith)

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela was exhausted, but still woke from her light sleep when Llyr shot up.
"Llyr."
She took hold of his arms.
"Llyr, it's okay. I've got something for you that will help."
She kissed him quickly, pushing the canteen into his lap.
"I'm going to help, it's going to be alright. You trust me?"

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr cringed away from Sabela as she moved forward, kissing him tenderly. The coolness of her flesh in comparison to his caused the burning to worsen, he gave a feeble cry of pain, trying to pull his arms away to stop the burning, but his limbs just didn't have the energy to fight even the weakest of holds.
"Everythings... b-burning..." He whined again, his hands shaking violently as he slowly brought his eyes up to meet Sabela's, his white's almost red with fever.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela tried to keep the terror from her eyes.
"Drink up, okay? I'm going to redress your shoulder."
She moved beside him, beginning to untie his bandage. She could feel the heat radiating off of his skin.
"It's going to be alright, I promise..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr did his best to raise the canteen to his lips, his hands still shaking uncontrollably. It took him several moments to get the lid off, before finally he was gulping down massive amounts of water, the flask soon completely dry. It had helped to ease the tightness of his throat, but his entire body still felt like a raging inferno. His eyes darted around the room now, as if he was seeing something.
"There are eyes everywhere...." He gasped, clutching his head. Somehow he knew he was seeing things... but the eyes really were there... weren't they? He felt the bandages on his shoulder being peeled away, the motion burning at his skin.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela bit her lip, trying to work quickly.
"Nothing's going to hurt you Llyr," she soothed softly, grabbing the mortar and pestle with the leaves that the Knight had given to her.
"You trust me about that, right?" she asked, scooping the prepared concoction and smoothing it gently over his wound.
"It's going to be okay..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr gave a feeble nod in reply to Sabela, gulping down air to try and calm himself. His entire body trembled and he shied away from the strange cold paste she was applying, the temperature burning his boiling flesh.
He kept his face buried firmly in his hands, trying to make the eyes disappear, but somehow he could still see them in the darkness of his hands.
"P-Please make it... stop burning..." He begged weakly.

[The Painted Lady]

"I'll do my best," Sabela promised in a whisper, starting to get a little upset. She couldn't stand to see him like this.
"Do you need more water?" she asked, wrapping his bandage and tying it with nimble fingers.
She quickly stood to retrieve more anyway and to wet a cloth to try to cool his face.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr never bothered to answer Sabela, simply taking the water from her as she returned with it. He skulled this lot too, panting as he finished, clutching his head as it span.
"I'm Sorry, bela..." He said in a tired voice when he finished drinking, meeting her eyes with his. They'd lost their luster, looking dark and bottomless. "I'm w-worrying... you."

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela knelt down in front of Llyr, reaching up to wipe his face tenderly. She bit her lip, shaking her head.
"Just work on getting better," she said softly, pausing momentarily to look back to his eyes. It hurt to see how sick he looked.
"I don't want to lose you," she whispered.
"Ever..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

A bit of a groan escaped Llyr's throat and he closed his eyes for a moment before his good arm snaked around the Princess's waist and drew her close to him, his hold on her shaky.
"I'm not... going anywhere..."

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela let Llyr draw her close, a tear slipping down her cheek. She kissed him tenderly, touching his face.
"Good," she whispered.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Slowly Llyr released his hold on Sabela and lowered himself back to lay down, wincing as his shoulder touched the couch. He kept his eyes closed for several long moments before he looked up to her again, offering a weak smile and holding out his hand.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela took Llyr's hand gently, kissing it tenderly.
"I love you Llyr..." she whispered quietly.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr winced slightly as Sabela kissed his hand, her lips still unbelievably cold against his burning skin. Slowly he pulled her hand towards him, trying to urge her over to him. Once she was close enough he would pull her into a kiss, his good arm snaking around her while his injured one remained stiff by his side.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela moved to lie beside Llyr, his body unbelievably warm next to her. She kissed him back with a tender passion, wrapping her own free arm back around his body.