[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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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.