[it's actually probably later in the evening that hilda finds soo-won or - well, not him exactly. but she might notice on the outskirts of a photo, there's a photo that's been left behind. a small tiger paces worriedly and tiredly by it - before noticing hilda and going to bite at the laces of her shoes as if to pull her in one direction.
it pauses - only because it's shaking, looking sick, before whining plaintively at her again with sad little growls.
[thanks hilda! the tiger is just going to amble on - trying to guide her further into the forest even if sometimes it seems like it loses its footing, before getting up again and making sure she's still following with worried, pained little cries and growls.
when she's further in - she'll probably be able to see him? if only because she's already looking. in the shadow of a tree, soo-won seems to be curled up against it, harder to find, and he's -
shaking? feverish? his breathing is labored. oh.
thought everyone was supposed to be getting better.]
[ a spark of alarm lights through her, and she's over by his side, crouched beside him. she doesn't feel fantastic, but he's—certainly much worse. what is this?
[it's hard to say what it is - he starts a bit when he realizes that someone is near but... it was hard for him to tell before she got awfully close, it seems. when she speaks, he opens his mouth to respond -
before another shock of pain seems to reverberate through him, and his hand comes up to his head, clutching it.]
[what if he went to the woods on purpose, hilda - which is unfortunately what happened! soo-won will just manage a bit of a tired breath at that, even as he winces again.]
It'll.... pass.
[even as he tries to move his hair out of his eyes, if only so that he can see a bit more.]
Yes, because you told me not to, I'll definitely stop.
[ that's how it works.
no, it isn't. she undoes one of her pigtails, taking the tie before she brushes the hair out of his face for him, gently sweeping it back as whatever this is passes. ]
[hilda is truly so good and soo-won does not deserve having her as a friend - but.... he doesn't seem to mind that. his hair is gathered out of his face and it seems to be bothering him less but -
ah, sorry, it seems like he really is rather feverish. he closes his eyes as if to try to center himself.]
[ her demeanor softens as she presses a hand to his forehead, cool against his feverish skin. she doesn't consider herself someone with astonishing bedside manner—jeanne would be better here, surely—but she won't go run for someone else. ]
Your blood? Are you sick...?
[ has he been sick this whole time? she looks over him, concerned as she sticks closeby. at least it's quiet here, peaceable besides the circumstances, birds chirping idly without a care in the world for either of them. ]
[though it seems like he's still a bit too delirious to really go into detail. at the very least the longer that they remain, the more that he seems to be able to see - if only bit by bit. his breathing becomes less labored, though the fever remains.
at least he's in less obvious pain. though he does pose the question:]
Have you ever... found yourself waiting for the gods...?
[ at least he seems to be getting better and not worse. hilda is fretful enough that even she doesn't fill the silence, just soothing his hair back to tie into a ponytail, running her fingers through some of the stray strands as they wait out his attack.
he shouldn't press himself, but at least hearing him talk is a good sign. ]
Can't say I have? I don't really wait around for anyone.
[ hilda breezes through life purely at her own pace; she and the gods are both to whimsical too ever really align. she hadn't thought of soo-won as someone whose course was dictated by such things, either. ]
[ . . . . there's just - the slightest huff of a laugh at that.]
.... I think.... that is part of why I - like you so much.
[to be in the company of someone else who doesn't believe in waiting for others - and while that may lead to a future that can be lonely, it is also one that is regardless moving forward.]
.... To be a descendant... of the heavens. One must think it must be.... worthwhile. That to have a curse has a reason to be worth it....
I think a lot of people in my family - were waiting for something like that. A reason.... for the suffering.
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it pauses - only because it's shaking, looking sick, before whining plaintively at her again with sad little growls.
wanna follow?]
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Okay, okay—I get it. Where are we going?
[ she'll let it drag her along. ]
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when she's further in - she'll probably be able to see him? if only because she's already looking. in the shadow of a tree, soo-won seems to be curled up against it, harder to find, and he's -
shaking? feverish? his breathing is labored. oh.
thought everyone was supposed to be getting better.]
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[ a spark of alarm lights through her, and she's over by his side, crouched beside him. she doesn't feel fantastic, but he's—certainly much worse. what is this?
she rests her hand against his arm. ]
Are you okay!?
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before another shock of pain seems to reverberate through him, and his hand comes up to his head, clutching it.]
Hilda, I—
[a shaky breath]
... I'll be... alright. Just... in time.
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You really do not look all right.
[ is this really something she can wait out? ]
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It'll.... pass.
[even as he tries to move his hair out of his eyes, if only so that he can see a bit more.]
Don't - worry.
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Yes, because you told me not to, I'll definitely stop.
[ that's how it works.
no, it isn't. she undoes one of her pigtails, taking the tie before she brushes the hair out of his face for him, gently sweeping it back as whatever this is passes. ]
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ah, sorry, it seems like he really is rather feverish. he closes his eyes as if to try to center himself.]
.... it's... not the poison....
It's... in my blood...
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Your blood? Are you sick...?
[ has he been sick this whole time? she looks over him, concerned as she sticks closeby. at least it's quiet here, peaceable besides the circumstances, birds chirping idly without a care in the world for either of them. ]
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[though it seems like he's still a bit too delirious to really go into detail. at the very least the longer that they remain, the more that he seems to be able to see - if only bit by bit. his breathing becomes less labored, though the fever remains.
at least he's in less obvious pain. though he does pose the question:]
Have you ever... found yourself waiting for the gods...?
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he shouldn't press himself, but at least hearing him talk is a good sign. ]
Can't say I have? I don't really wait around for anyone.
[ hilda breezes through life purely at her own pace; she and the gods are both to whimsical too ever really align. she hadn't thought of soo-won as someone whose course was dictated by such things, either. ]
Why?
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.... I think.... that is part of why I - like you so much.
[to be in the company of someone else who doesn't believe in waiting for others - and while that may lead to a future that can be lonely, it is also one that is regardless moving forward.]
.... To be a descendant... of the heavens. One must think it must be.... worthwhile. That to have a curse has a reason to be worth it....
I think a lot of people in my family - were waiting for something like that. A reason.... for the suffering.