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[ with her latest idea for an article revolving around the different ways that people from Rieze Maxia lived, it was only right that Leia would need to do some legwork before she could start writing. even if she had been born and raised there, she didn't know all of the ins and outs of every city, and besides— research was an important part of journalism.

of course, even the best reporters needed ~~sidekicks~~ help once in a while so, naturally, she had decided to drag Alvin along on her little adventure. he wasn't bad company these days, and she figured he would be especially useful when it came to their first stop: Xian Du.

... which brings her to where she is now, knocking on the door to his room in Kanbalar's inn. ]

Hey! Are you ready? We should probably head out soon, you know.

[ she might sound a little impatient, but there's no real bite behind her words; even if they're out here on business (sort of), she's not that uptight. ]

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[ to her credit, she doesn't try to pull back when he leans in— she just looks a little surprised. ]

Well, yeah... but the view is nice! You don't see things like this every day.

[ also, now that he's closer, he should be able to tell that her face is redder than it was before. ]

[....hmmmmm.

well his hand probably wouldn't be as good of an indicator plus they're gloved up.]

I dunno. Your face looks kind of red. [and he wouldn't suspect her being flustered by him, so there's no teasing from him. instead he's just going to press his forehead against hers to see if he notices any unusual warmth.]

[ she's definitely noticeably warmer than usual, so the color in her face isn't because she's flustered. she also has a good idea of what he's trying to do, and she even makes a conscious effort to sit still to make it easier on him.

... her face might heat up just a little more once he presses his forehead to hers, but she doesn't pay it much mind. since she's already pretty warm, it doesn't make too much of a difference, anyway. ]

So, what's your diagnosis?

Well I don't have any real medical background, but I think you definitely have a slight fever going on.

[and pulling away, his brows furrowed slightly.]

I bet it's from all that snow and us walking around a lot. [and. he. DID. kind of dump a crap ton of snow on her earlier so that's definitely not helping. and he took her up into an even colder place. definitely feeling a bit guilty now.] Come on, let's get you back before it gets worse.

Yep, that would do it.

[ after a moment, she pulls away and moves so that she can pick up her bag. when she stands, she actually feels just a little bit off, like she's kind of unsteady, probably courtesy of the fever. ]

You're gonna have to lead the way, though. I don't really remember the way back.

[ and a sheepish smile. ]

[he notices the slight unsteady movement as he stands, putting his coat back on himself.]

Yeah, no problem. Just be careful going down those steps. [he'll of course walk ahead.]

[ in spite of how she feels, she actually manages to get down the stairs without much of a problem. she almost loses her footing at one point because she's not paying enough attention— which might not even be because she's sick, honestly— but aside from that, there aren't any incidents.

and once they reach the bottom, she finally speaks up. ]

Remind me to pack some heavier clothes next time I decide to do this. I seriously never want a repeat of this.

[ because getting sick is the worst. ]

Duly noted.

[but as they're walking, he keeps his pace slow as he stays next to her.]

How are you holding up? Is it getting worse?

I've been better, but it's nothing I can't handle!

[ though she does pull her jacket a little tighter around herself. then, after a moment: ]

I think I feel a little worse now that we're back to walking around, though. I guess it's all kinda catching up to me at once.

Well if you feel too walk, I can always carry you.

[he's half joking, in part to help lighten the mood a bit and do his usual distracting. he hopes she doesn't feel that bad, but if he had to he would.]

[ well, she can't feel too bad, because that manages to make her laugh. ]

Yeah, right. You wouldn't seriously do something like that, would you?

Of course. Why wouldn't I?

[oh wait—]

Then again, I wouldn't want your snot all over my coat.

I wouldn't get snot on your coat!

[ she swats at his shoulder lightly, but she doesn't have it in her to get much angrier than that. ]

And here I thought you were offering to do something really nice for once.

[a light chuckle.]

The offer stands, you know.

[ hm... ]

Well... if you promise you won't drop me or something, I might have to take you up on it, then.

[ even if she's also not completely convinced this isn't a joke. ]

a slight look.]

You really think I would do that to a sick person?

[not saying he wouldn't do it otherwise, though.]

Hey, I never said you'd do it on purpose! Accidents can happen, too.

[ because if he's going to say things like that, she can probably trust him that much. ]

Well don't worry, I won't let you fall.

[he stops then to look at her.]

But you said you might need it, right? [they're back out on the streets so might as well.] Want the special princess treatment or piggyback?

[ she actually has to stop and consider that. the princess treatment starts to seem embarrassing the longer she thinks about it, though, so it doesn't take long for her to make her decision. ]

Let's go with piggyback. It might be kind of weird, otherwise.

[the princess carry had been a joke so he's not surprised she opted the more practical one.]

All right then. [and moving to be in front of her and crouching down a bit.] Hop on.

[ it takes her a second, but she does. she even loops her arms loosely around his neck for a little bit of extra stability.

then, once she's all settled: ]

I'm not too heavy for you or anything, right?

[he hooks his arms around her legs, and as he begins to straighten—]

Oh man, I think I'm going to break a bone here.

[except then he glances back and gives her a devious grin before he straightens up.]

Nah, you're fine. Though a little heavier than I expected.

[ if it weren't for that last part, she would probably be kind of hurt by that. as it is, though, she just pouts a little as she leans to rest her chin on his shoulder. ]

Come on, can't you just say something that's, I dunno, encouraging? Like, "no way, Leia, you're seriously light," or something?

I thought I wasn't supposed to lie anymore.

[ ... okay, he's kind of got her there. but. ]

That doesn't mean you have a free pass to be a jerk. Especially not when I'm sick and you volunteered to do this on your own.

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feel too weak to walk grrrr

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