Aerith & Tifa (Tirith)

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr winced a few more times as Sabela settled herself down beside him, kissing his lips passionately.
"I love you too Sabela..." He said tiredly, tightening his hold around her briefly before he closed his eyes, enjoying her cool skin now, it no longer burnt, but rather soothed his seething skin.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela stroked Llyr's cheek gently, kissing his closed eyes.
"Try to sleep Llyr... I'll be right here..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Llyr gave a tiny mumble of acknowledgment before he seemed to drift off, his arm still tightly wound around Sabela so that she could not leave his side.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela sighed softly, curling into Llyr, hoping she wouldn't make him more uncomfortable as he slept.

((Skip?))

[Tifa Lockhart]

((Sure, where too?))

[The Painted Lady]

((I don't know... Llyr starting to recover a little? Maybe he can get more distant again the better he becomes?))

[Tifa Lockhart]

For the first time in several days Llyr rose with the sun. He felt bleary headed and was unsure how long he'd slept this time. His memory of the last few days was hazy, with brief moments of clarity where he perceived Sabela's concerned eyes. He sat up, wincing slightly as his wound throbbed. It was not burning with constant agony anymore, rather just the occasional ache, usually triggered by his movement.
Sabela did not appear to be around, she occasionally left the carriage to get water or stretch her legs. He'd heard one of his men pestering her to go out and get some fresh air, he'd have to remember to thank that individual.

He also noticed that today he did not feel as though he were burning alive... he felt considerably more normal in temperature. Slowly he swung off the couch, carefully easing himself to his feet. He'd not moved in days so his movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. Slowly he made his way across the carriage towards the door, resting against its hard wood for a moment before he sought out his shirt. It had been cleaned and repaired while he slept, so gingerly he slipped it on. That done he pushed open the carriage door.
His strength was already waning though, and so he settled himself down to sit on the stairs of the carriage, gripping his head as it span a little.

[The Painted Lady]

"Llyr?!"
Sabela looked startled to see the Knight sitting on the steps of her carriage. She quickly hurried over to him placing a hand on his forehead.
"You should be taking it easy," she fretted.
"Are you feeling okay?..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Much better." Llyr replied, his voice had a little more strength again today, "Thankyou." He offered her a nervous smile, his eyes checking around them. "Where are we?" He was unsure how far they'd gone while he was ill. He assumed they'd have crossed the border into Hasnia by now.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela looked down.
"We crossed the Hasnian border last night," she said quietly, her hand dropping from his forehead.
"We should be at the palace within a f-few days," she said, choking a little on her words.

[Tifa Lockhart]

A look of despair flashed briefly through Llyr's eyes as Sabela stuttered about how close they were to her eternal damnation. He hated it, and hated himself for feeling as if he'd been betrayed by the gods. Had they been truely merciful, they would have let the fever take him.
"There's been no trouble while i was out?" He asked, his voice becoming husky again, but this time it was not from fever weakness, but rather restrained emotion.

[The Painted Lady]

"No..." Sabela said quietly.
"None at all..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Good..." He said, sounding as if he were going to continue, which he did, "They can manage without me for a few more days." He rubbed his forehead, looking exhausted. He then got to his feet, using the door frame to support him. He turned and went back into the carriage, throwing himself down with a tired groan onto the seat on which he'd slept the past few days.

[The Painted Lady]

Sabela followed Llyr in, sitting down beside him.
"You should have something to eat and drink before you sleep again," she said softly, stroking his cheek gently.

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Of course." Llyr replied, strangely submissive. He dodged her eyes as she stroked his cheek, trying to re-establish the ice that protected his heart from the love he felt for her. The cold shield he'd put up seemed to have melted during his fever, and he was having a hard time retrieving it.
"But i wont sleep... i feel like i have wasted to much time as it is."