22 [Audio//Zandali + Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie]

[Anyone listening to their journal right now gets to hear the delightful sound of Kevas retching into a bucket. He's tried to keep his suffering silent for as long as he can, but with all the vomiting, shaking, and his head feeling like it's splitting open, Kevas just doesn't care any more.]

I want someone to do me a favor.

[Kevas sounds tired

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[lucky_breath]

[If Nel wasn't going to leave or let her help, then Aht wasn't going anywhere. The only time she's seen leaving, is to go get food. Otherwise, she's stationed herself on the other side of the ice block, and when Kevas's post appears, she listens to it.

It doesn't do much to inspire confidence in Nel and Talia's plan. This wasn't helping him. It was hurting him and in turn hurting Aht. She doesn't say anything in reply. Instead, she takes her flute and begins to play. If she were closer, the melody would ease his pain. But since she's not, it'll just sound soothing.

It's the best she can do. She hopes it helps, Kevas. :(]

[drinkuntilidie]

[When Kevas hears the tune his ears perk. Aht's playing is easy enough to recognize by now. Slowly he crawls toward the door, dragging his bucket with him, and slumps against it.]

Dat my liddle one out dere playin' such sweet music?

[lucky_breath]

[She stops so she can hear his voice.]

I'm sorry.

[drinkuntilidie]

Fuh-[He pauses as he tries not to get sick while talking to Aht.]-fuh what sweetheart? Joo ain't done notin' wrong.

[lucky_breath]

I can't help you.

[Sniff.]

They won't let me see you.

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas hushes her softly.]

Dat ain't be joor fault, so don't be upset. Just hearin' joor voice be help 'nuff.