@Princess: I figure most of the Half-Sights know each other, so I included her here, okay?
Lyric
I stared down at Reseph as he collapsed against the wall again despite his best efforts to stand up. "Are you- ?" I began, before cutting myself off mid-sentence, slipping my arms between his to help pull him to his feet. Once upright, he leant on me heavily, still unstable.
A sudden expression of pain flashed across his face, and his legs gave way, almost pulling me down with him as what weight he had been supporting came down on me. Somehow we managed to stay standing, though Reseph offered an apologetic grimace in my direction before pushing himself back onto his feet, pain evident on his face. I swallowed nervously, adjusting my grip on him so that his weight was leaning on my shoulder, and we began to set off. "Let's go to the infirmary, and you can tell me there, okay?" I attempted, anxiety showing through the forced lightness I'd attempted to inject into my tone.
Reseph gave a weak nod, stepping forward slowly.
Just then I heard the faint pad of paws ahead of us, and a familiar wolf face appeared around the corner, shifting into an even more familiar Half-Sight face as we watched. Lidz stood up cautiously, an uncertain expression on her face. "Resesph ...? What happened to you?"
"Questions later." Reseph muttered through gritted teeth, taking another pained step forward. "But right now, a little help would be nice."
Thomas
As the mother swept into the room, I took an awkward step away from the bed, standing quietly to one side as the two went through some kind of tragic reunion, hugging and crying and more hugging. I hesitated, then took a wary step forward.
"Excuse me, mam?"
This went ignored as the mother -Eleanor?- continued to speak to her daughter in broken whispers, running her fingers through the girl's hair in a fond gesture, a small smile visible on her face despite the tears. She rubbed them away, then turned to look at me with an expression that lingered somewhere between suspicion and curiosity.
"Who are you?" she asked quietly, all of her energy apparently spent on hugging her daughter. I looked up to meet her eyes, then tilted my head in an gesture of introduction.
"I'm Thomas," I began, but Dalia interjected before I could say anything more.
"He's my new best friend." she repeated seriously, looking her mother straight in the eyes as if to emphasise this point. The woman -Elaine?- hesitated, then nodded. "Right." she replied slowly, then turned to face me again, none of the suspicion gone. "What were you doing in here?"
I gestured to the bucket. "Dalia is still sick. I was going to try and soothe her fever."
The woman looked from me to the bucket, before nodding tersely. "Thank you. But I think I can take care of my own daughter for now." Her words were clipped and brief, and I nodded silently in reply. A moment passed, during which the woman laid the cloth over her daughter head.
I let out a quiet cough, then spoke. "I'll need to stay in here, for now." - A pause, then - "I won't disturb you."
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