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[ after entering their room, leia's first order of business had been to take a bath. the food and medicine would probably be ready by the time she was done and, after such a long day, a nice, long soak sounded pretty appealing. so, she had gathered up her pajamas (because screw rpg logic that says they wear their default outfits to bed) and headed for the bathroom— but not without calling a warning to not peek over her shoulder as she went.

her bath wasn't too long, all things considered, but she had been right about their order being ready by the time she was done. it wasn't until she started eating that she realized how hungry she actually was, though, and she was pretty quiet while they ate as a result. there might've been a little bit of joking back and forth, of course, but her focus had been on the food in front of her. she even managed to take the medicine without too much complaint (though she had definitely made it known that she wasn't a fan of how it tasted).

and by the time all of that is over and they're both done with anything else that might need to be tended to, she's actually feeling a little bit better. her fever is still there and she's still feeling weaker than usual, but she's also more comfortable and ready to settle in for some well-deserved relaxation. the room's cozy atmosphere definitely lends itself to that, especially now that the noise from the festival has completely faded away for the night, anyway.

if she was roomed with milla and elize like old times, this would probably be when she would try to spark up some girl talk, and while alvin probably isn't suited for that, that doesn't mean that they can't talk at all. so, she scoots to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over it, and pats the spot beside her. ]

Wanna come sit?

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[ when he falls off the bed, she quickly shuffles forward to look down at him over the edge. she's feeling kind of conflicted— it probably serves him right that he fell, but she's also a little concerned— so she doesn't even try to figure out whether she should help him up or not. not yet, at least. ]

Yeah, you'd better be able to explain! [ her voice is quieter than before, but she sounds mad instead of just surprised now. ] What the heck were you doing in my bed?

You're the one who wouldn't let go of my hand!

[owww.]

You could've woken me up and told me to let go, or something— you know, like a normal person!

[ he's lucky she's not mad enough to chuck a pillow at him. ]

[he'd throw it right back at her.]

It's not like I actually wanted to sleep with you. I was waiting to see if your grip would loosen and I must have dozed off.

Then I guess it's a good thing that I didn't wanna sleep with you, either, huh?

[ ... even if she had felt pretty content before she drifted off.

and she scoots back from the edge of the bed so that she can sit up properly, with her back to the headboard. ]

[sooooo not cute.]

Could have fooled me with how clingy you were.

[now standing, he moves to start getting ready.]

Well, yeah, but it's totally normal to be like that when you don't feel good.

[ she makes a point not to look at him once he gets up, but after a short bout of silence, she finally speaks up again, picking at a loose thread in the sheets as she does. ]

... did you hurt yourself when you fell?

[ because even if she's still a little annoyed, she feels bad for not asking already. ]

And it's totally normal to not want to disturb the sick patient.

[said dryly.

but then he just sighs.]

No, I'm fine. And I'm guessing you're feeling better if you have that much energy.

[what a way to start the morning. okay so yes it had been pretty shocking, but come on! like he would do anything—

wait is that really why he's annoyed that she got so mad and accusatory at him? does he feel offended? haha, Alvin how cute.]

[ does he... care what she thinks about him...?! ]

Yeah, I feel a lot better now.

[ she does sound congested, though, and if he tries checking her temperature, she'll still be warmer than usual. so, her cold is definitely still a thing. ]

I guess that means you're getting out of taking care of me, huh?

[ which is fine, because it's not like she liked that in any way, shape, or form. nope. ]

[of course he does! trust! trust!!]

Probably, unless I have to.

[after another moment, he half turns to look at her.]

How's your fever?

Good question.

[ she lifts a hand to press the inside of her wrist to her forehead, and... that's not working out for her so well. ]

I think I'm gonna need your help with this one.

I thought as much.

[but he does walk over to her, leaning over a bit as he places a hand to her forehead. ...hmm.]

A little warm, but not as bad as yesterday. You still have another dose of the medicine, right?

Ugh, that stuff?

[ she wrinkles her nose, but leans over so that she can move her hat and take the bottle from where she left it on the nightstand. ]

Do you think I should take it? I was kind of hoping I could wait for it to go down on its own.

[ but she's taking a look at the label anyway. ]

Come on, you're the one who used to be a nurse.

[a small flick to the forehead before he pulls back and grabs his change of clothes.]

Go ahead and take it. I'm using the bathroom first.

All right, all right. You win.

[ she fiddles with the bottle for a little while, but by the time he comes back out of the bathroom, it will be sitting empty on the nightstand. because she's a good patient. ]

[when he comes out, he's shaved a bit, styled his hair, and changed. he also took a considerable amount of time in there, but he looks as refreshing as ever and notes the empty bottle. atta girl.]

All right, your turn. If you hurry, we might still manage breakfast.

Or do you want to eat in the room again?

No way am I going to try to navigate the crowds when I feel like this.

[ and to make her point, she flops back down into the bed. ]

Let's just order in.

Uh oh. Does that mean we're staying in today?

[he sits in one of the chairs as he reaches for the inn's landline phone that they totally have because I said so.]

I guess that depends on how I feel later.

[ she shrugs, messing with the bedding until she can prop herself up comfortably on the pillows. ]

Maybe we can stay in for a little while and then hit the streets again later on.

[ it's not like she can't work from her bed, anyway. in fact, she even reaches for her notepad once he's on the phone, because if nothing else she can always organize her notes and work on a rough draft. ]

[seeing her so hard at work is admirable, he'd admit that. once he makes the call, he looks over at her.]

You really don't take many breaks, do you? If I were you, I'd just sleep in bed and not worry about work until later.

Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a hard worker, right?

[ she says this without so much as glancing up at him. ]

Maybe you could stand to learn a thing or two from me.

[ or maybe she could stand to be less of a workaholic. ]

Hey now, I work plenty hard. I was even thinking of heading back down there and meet a few merchants.

Don't leave me alone for too long, if you do.

[ and now she looks over at him. ]

I'll seriously go stir crazy if I have to sit in here by myself all day!

[a dramatic sigh.]

Fine, fine. I wouldn't want the pup to tear up the room while I'm gone.

... did you just compare me to a dog?

[ don't bully the sick person— ]