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[wilder]

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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[persequor]

[ 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?