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Who: Zelos Wilder and Arya Stark
What: Chance Encounter
Where: The Forest in Silverglen
When: After the clearing of the Furbolg Den.
Warnings: Illness, swearing, redheads, etc

[He had only made it a few minutes out of view of Silverglen before he collapsed.]

[He fell onto his hands and knees, pain running throughout his body. Maybe he should have stayed in Silverglen, he had known this was coming. That's why he had made sure to leave so abruptly after the group had finished learning what they could from the locals about the accuser. He hadn't trusted the elves reacting very well to a suspicious Sworn suddenly falling ill after dealing with some corrupted monsters.]

[Though truly, hoping he could get to Ruby Sanctum before it started was probably a bit delusional. But that hardly mattered right now, since no matter what he was still alone in the woods during a full Toxicosis episode. How stupid of him.]

[He took some deep breaths, trying to ignore the pain enough to think straight. His body was protesting staying conscious, much less moving much, so walking the rest of the way to the portal was probably out. Maybe...if he just kept himself out of sight somehow? Until the worse of it was over. That would work, wouldn't it?]

[It wasn't fair. First he had been framed for a crime that was too lame to even keep as a fake rep- and now his angel powers were deciding to come back? Just when he had been getting used to being fully human again too. It was proving very much so not to be his week.]

[And to make matters worse, now that he had dragged himself to some shrubberies, he wasn't sure if they actually had poison oak in them. So don't mind coming across the sight of a man who looks like he's on death's door and half-delirious on the ground, squinting at a shrubbery- trying to get his vision to stabilize enough to count the leaves]

[Maybe he really should have stayed in Silverglen]

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[ arya hadn't bothered fighting her way in. it wasn't worth it. nymeria had grown nervous and aggressive before they got close to silverglen; the animosity aimed their way only upset the direwolf further. arya escaped into the sanctuary of the trees before things got worse.

there, keeping to the shadows and moving as quiet as one, she finds a game to play with nymeria: fetch. the wolf is too clever by half, though, so when she stops chasing the stick, arya knows she found something.

that something turns out to be zelos. kaneis, she reminds herself quickly. she's not to call him by his other name and he won't say hers.

she thinks him trying to find something, but the picture is odd. arya only spoke to him once, but he seemed to her like sansa: unwilling to get dirty and quick to complain about anything arduous. he looks like a dying man. her heart clenches in sudden fear. arya doesn't think; she runs to him. ]

What's wrong? [ a thread of panic winds through her voice. she thinks to touch him, but she doesn't know where he's hurt. ] Are you injured? Are you dying?

[Nymeria approaching had definitely given him a start. He was in enough pain it was hard to tell her apart from any other wolf in these woods. Nor did it help that she looked even bigger when you were on the ground and can barely move.]

Aw, crap...

[Fortunately, Arya runs in just in time to stop him from doing anything stupid. He turns his head towards the sounds of footsteps, recognizing her and connecting who the wolf must be]

Hey, it's....you. [Right. Don't say her name. He gives only a slight headshake to her question. That helps a lot, right?]

[ at least it stops her thinking her only semi-friend is about to die. it does nothing to answer why he is like this, though.

sure that he isn't bleeding out anywhere, arya kneels next to him. she grabs him by the arm, ready to use all of her ( unequal to the task ) strength to help him up. ]

Sit, [ she commands him. ] You can lean on me.

[He looks up at her as she checks on him for sign of injury, intentionally not saying anything. His hearing seems to be fluctuating- for moments he could can hear her heartbeat- before it loses focus again and it's hard to hear much at all]

[At least he hears the command, and feels her grabbing his arm. He tries pulling himself up, but it's slow and weak and he could use some help with it. But as for the leaning thing...]

You sure?

[He's sure she's got better things to do than help his idiot self out]

[ arya channels her worry into exasperation. ]

Just do it, stupid!

[ nymeria circles. though her attention is riveted on zelos, she studies him less as prey and more as another predator. she keeps her head and tail low, ears twitched toward him. ]

Okay...okay...

[he gives a small sigh and pushes himself the rest of the way up until he can sit. Which...makes him feel incredibly dizzy, but he'll try to ignore that]

Better?

Why are you asking me? You're the one who's sick.

[ she lays the back of her hand on his forehead like maester luwin would when he checked her for a fever. ]

Did you eat something? [ that he shouldn't have, she means. ]

[She'll find that he's running an extremely hot temperature. Being unable to sit up on his own anymore, he does move to lean against her.]

I...[he shakes his head] No, I didn't. [He's not even sure how to explain what's going on] I'll be...fine...after a little rest.

[ the skin feels tight and hot — nothing like what it should. she bites her lip. what would maester luwin have done? cold water. she casts about as if a stream would have miraculously sprung up. with nothing, she's momentarily stymied. ]

Wait. Just for a little — [ she pushes him away long enough to strip off her tunic. her undershirt is thin and not much protection, but it doesn't have to be. arya balls up the tunic and tosses it in nymeria's direction. ]

Go!

[ nymeria takes the garment between her jaws and disappears among the trees. arya wills nymeria to hurry.

shifting her attention to zelos, she tries to make herself a good pillow. he is very heavy, but arya grits her teeth and props him up.

what else? she wishes she had maester luwin with her. she wishes she had her mother. catelyn stark would know what to do. her mother remained with her children every time one fell ill. when she was really sick, one of her only comforts had been catelyn's hand stroking her hair.

hesitantly at first, then a little surer, arya strokes his hair away from his face. she hums one of her mother's lullabies under her breath. if something attacks, we're dead. arya falters in her song, then continues. come back quick, nymeria, she prays, you old gods let her come back quick. ]

[It takes him a few moments to register what she's doing. Nymeria had run off somewhere with some clothing. He could sometimes hear her footsteps far into the forest.]

[And Arya was...stroking his hair and singing? His first impulse was to ask why, since no one's done that to him before. But...he could vaguely recall one of his roommates in Exsilium doing that sometimes with her daughter. Maybe it was from her own mother she learned it. It was not like his ever..]

[...Okay, thinking about his mother was the last thing he wanted to do when he was ill. So he just thinks of anything else to focus on, not even thinking that he shouldn't be commenting on what he hears the next time it sharpens]

I think she found a river.

[At least, that sounding like something big jumping into water]

[ frowning, arya scans for her wolf. is nymeria coming back? maybe he heard something and she missed it. still looking, she says, ] That's where I sent her.

[ without giving her a verbal command. the strangeness passes over her head. nymeria has always known what arya asks of her; there is nothing different to it now. ]

She'll come back soon and we'll get your fever down. [ arya wipes his brow with her sleeve. ] Then you are going to sleep so you can get better quick. I'll look after you.

[ yes, zelos gets the nine-year-old girl for a doctor and guard. congratulations. ]

[He is so lucky. Then again, a nine year old and her direwolf is still probably better than him trying to go it alone. He doesn't even question the fact he didn't hear her give a verbal command- since hey he's pretty out of it, maybe he just didn't hear it]

Right... [he swallows. Sleep, he could still do that right? He tries to remember which order the prices were in- but it's been a few years] ..Thanks, sorry about this.

[ she doesn't smack him on the head because he looks like he's ten minutes away from dying. ]

Don't be stupid. It's not like you asked to be sick.

Hmmm...yeah, suppose so. [Yeah, he reaaally didn't ask for this, this time anyway.]

[But he falls silent now, since really it's hard to think of things to say when you feel like you're ten minutes from dying.

So don't be silly. You just sit there, Nymeria will be back soon.

[ she continues chattering nervously, an attempt to distract him and distract herself until she sees nymeria's grey form slink around a tree. arya's tunic drips water on the grass. the girl smiles and stretches her hand to take her tunic back. she squeezes the excess water from the fabric, then holds it against zelos' cheek and neck. she tosses one of the sleeves over his brow. it's cool in her hands; she can only hope it's cool enough for him. ]

You ought drink something.

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[he hears the chatter, but only seems to half focus on it. the other half tries to recall the last time he went through this. How long did it last? A night? A half night? Did it feel this bad or or is it better or worse than before? Ugh...he can't tell]

[But then there's a cool, wet cloth against his neck and cheek. It comes as a relief from how hot he's been feeling- he even lets out a little breath of relief. Not only does it feel good, but it reassures him it wasn't touch he's lost this time.]

[He swallows a little and tries to shake his head]

I'm not thirsty...

But you're too hot. You have to.

[ it's what maester luwin had them do. arya rakes her memory for anything else, but she either can't remember or they're impossible to find in the woods. there isn't anyone to ask for help either even if she trusted anyone.

arya fixes her wet tunic around him. she pats his hair gently. ]

Do you think you can move? I'll find you someplace better to sleep.

[He supposes arguing that he doesn't might make not work, so he tries another method] I didn't bring a canteen.

[And right, he guesses next to the path was probably not the greatest idea for a resting spot, so he nods]

Yeah, I can try.

Come on.

[ one hand wraps around his elbow, the other grabs his hand. arya makes to support his weight. ( he puts his weight on her and she'll fall right down. ) ]

Nymeria! Go on his other side!

[He knows she probably couldn't support his weight. Far as he could remember, Cat didn't have any special powers (even if her attachment to a direwolf was...odd, to say the least) or abilities. Tough and resourceful, but still very much a human child.]

[With this in mind (and frankly, it's partly his own stubbornness to take care of himself), when he stands he does his best to stand on his own. Its not exactly easy- his legs feel like they might crumple out from under him and the world around him keeps spinning. Even with his own stubbornness trying to win out, he finds himself putting some weight on Arya.]

Okay, lead the way.

[Goddess he hopes wherever they are going it's not far. But he'll try to bite back any complaints.]

Come on, [ she urges him again. her hand squeezes him comfortingly.

they don't walk far. only enough to stay out of sight from anyone unfriendly that may come by. arya makes him settle against a tree and repositions her tunic. she stands next to him. ]

I'm going to get you some water, [ arya says, but she doesn't immediately leave. worry twists her features. ]

[He's thankful that it's not far. Each step he had wanted to fall over, and he practically did when they finally reached a spot to rest. Yeah, he doesn't care if a bear comes by and tries to eat him he ain't moving again until this passes.]

[He tries to focus again when she starts talking. Again about the water? He gives a little sigh, he's just too tired to argue and she's clearly fretting.]

Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.

[ arya nods mostly to herself. ]

I'll come back quick. Nymeria, stay.

[ she takes two steps and stops when nymeria falls in behind her. ]

No. [ she grabs the wolf's head between her hands. ] Stay, Nymeria. Guard.

[ the wolf whines softly, but she remains by zelos' side as arya runs off. her return takes too long by her estimation. first, she had to find a broad leaf to carry the water. then she had to walk slowly back so as not to spill it. she kneels by zelos, a little water spilling despite her care. ]

Kaneis? Kan— [ she bites her lip. softening her voice further, she queries, ] Are you awake?

[He doesn't blame Nymeria for wanting to go with, but he's glad when she doesn't. Having a giant wolf at his side did make him worry less about any attackers. Especially one who, unlike Noishe, would handle herself in a fight more than well]

[That safety in mind, he had nearly drifted off by the time Arya came back, only the pain keeping him from passing out completely. He moves his head back up and blinks a few times when she kneels to him]

Yeah, I'm up. [he glances at the leaf carrying water, some spilling next to his lap] Found some water?

[ she gives a little nod and offers the leaf to him. ]

Drink, and go back to sleep. I'll keep watch.

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