The Best Chicken Broth Ever // [ closed; incomplete ]

[idkmywarlock]

Characters: idkmywarlock & onedayaqueen
Setting/Location: Gwen's room!
Date & Time: Backdated to Day 18 and mid-morningish?
Warnings: Chicken.
Summary: Arthur gets news of Gwen falling sick. So like the amazing and dashing prince charming that he is, he clearly only has one thing to do for his ~damsel in distress~. Make some chicken.

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[onedayaqueen]

Gwen wanted to sleep, really; it would have been very welcome. She was exhausted. But every time she nearly fell into a slumber, her lungs decided otherwise, and she erupted into a coughing fit. And it frustrated her that she couldn't do much about it--and it seemed a lot of other people on the caravan were sick, as well, so she refused to draw attention to just one more

[idkmywarlock]

It didn't take very long for Arthur to reach the room that had been assigned to Gwen. Of course, that certainly didn't have anything to do with his own hastened pace in getting there. Which he definitely did not have to slow down as he approached the door because that would mean he'd been hurrying in the first place. Which he hadn't.

As he neared the door, he quickly straightened his shirt to ensure that he was at least a bit presentable before moving to knock on the door.

"Guinevere," he called out. "Are you awake?"

[onedayaqueen]

She sat up--a little too quickly for a short wave of dizziness rushed through her--but she shook her head (also a bad idea, because then she only felt dizzy again).

"My lord--" she started, but was interrupted by coughs. Again. She rolled over, gently placing her feet on the ground. With blankets snuggled around her, she started for the door. He would not be coming in and getting sick himself, thank you very much. She took a deep breath, already tired just from getting into a standing position. "I'm awake, but--" And more coughing.

[idkmywarlock]

?The prince frowned as he listed to the coughing inside the room. He was sure she might've started feeling somewhat better by now, but clearly this was not the case. It seems as if she was worse off than he'd realized.

"Guinevere, I'm coming in, alright?"

He turned the door knob tentatively, hoping that it was unlocked so that he would be able to get inside without troubling Gwen to get up when she wasn't feeling well.

/changes icon hurr

[onedayaqueen]

"No--" she started. The door was unlocked, and at the rate she was moving, there was no way she'd reach it before he opened it.

Especially since she fell into a coughing fit again, a bit longer than the previous few. Too late for him, though; she was already standing, albeit a bit wobbly from all the recent sudden movements. All that effort now for nothing, apparently.

yay icons

[idkmywarlock]

Unfortunately, Arthur had already made his way in by the time Gwen had let out the soft protest. As he walked in, he caught sight of Gwen standing -- or rather, wobbling -- and dashed forward to lend her a hand to steady herself if need be.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Though he tried not to show it, traces of worry were apparent in his expression. "You shouldn't have tried to get up."

*A*

[onedayaqueen]

"You shouldn't have come in," she chided, sounding a bit hoarse. "You risk catching my cold."

Okay maybe using using his arm as leverage is a good idea, because she doesn't want to end up on the ground. So she'll do that while she catches her breath, knowing at least she won't fall over now. It was kind of nice, in a way, that he was fretting so much, but she hated the fact that he needed to in the first place.

*__*

[idkmywarlock]

"You forget that there are others on this Caravan that are ill as well, including the one I share a room with. If I was going to fall sick, I would have already."

He carefully helped maneuver her back towards the bed before moving back. He shifted a little awkwardly because he hadn't really thought of what he'd do past this point. Or at least what he could do without feeling as if he was intruding on Gwen (more so than he already had). He tried to think back on what the servants had done for him back in Camelot whenever he'd gotten sick and remembered fondly that he did enjoy being fed some sort of hot stew. Perhaps Guinevere would as well?

No better way to find out than to ask he supposed.

"Guinevere," he began. The prince paused for a few seconds as he tried to think of the right way to ask this. "Are you hungry?"

[onedayaqueen]

"...for your sake, I hope you're right, sire," she conceded with a sigh, not really in the mood to start a squabble.

She settled comfortably back in her bed (mumbling a quiet thank you for his help), pulling the blanket back around her securely and adjusting it for maximum warmth. She remained seated, however much she wanted to lay down, for fear of coming across as rude.

"...hungry?" she asked with a small air of surprise. "Why?"

[idkmywarlock]

"Of course I am," he answered giving her what he hoped was his most dashing reassuring smile. "You know me. I wouldn't be so easily taken down by something as simple as a cold."

Once he was sure she was settled in properly, he clapped his hands together and continued. "Well, isn't it good to eat plenty of warm food when you're not feeling well? I was thinking I could perhaps fetch something for you."

[onedayaqueen]

"Lucky for you it probably would take something much worse," she said, maybe with a tiny grin.

She blinked. Did she hear that right? Was he offering to bring her food? Sure, she was feverish, but as far as she was aware, not hallucinogenic. She found herself smiling despite that.

"That's... very kind of you, my lord, but I couldn't ask you to do that."

and especially this sob

[idkmywarlock]

Arthur blinked and raised an eyebrow. He had the feeling she was making fun of him, but she was smiling so surely it was all in jest.

"Nonsense, Guinevere. It's the least I could do. You are sick after all and in an unknown place like this, I couldn't ask you to go fetch it for yourself."

/loves on

[onedayaqueen]

And she partially was, but she meant well, really! It was even marginally complimentary.

But in the meantime, she fidgeted awkwardly, readjusting her blankets for lack of better things to do. Some sort of soup would be nice, but she couldn't possibly bring herself to agree to let him retrieve it. His logic was sound, of course, but even still. She bit her lip anxiously. "Sire, the offer is appreciated but... but..." She paused. "I wouldn't want to make you do it, I mean, it's probably out of the way, and I might not need it, and--and..."

She trailed off. She was running out of excuses. And coughing again.

/loves back

[idkmywarlock]

Marginally is still only marginally.

And well if there was any chance that Arthur might change his mind, it pretty much flew out the window the minute she started coughing again. He could tell (with his vast powers of observation) that she wasn't completely against the idea no matter what she said and so, he leaned forward to rest his hand on her shoulder to nudge her into lying back down.

"Gwen, I am going to get you some food and that is final. Now you are going to rest while I head down to the kitchens. Alright?"

[onedayaqueen]

It wasn't an insult? :D

Her lips twisted into a slight pout, but she did lay down (hesitantly and a little stiffly), pulling the blanket up and slightly over her chin. Her brain searched for words, but she came up short of anything worthwhile.

So she said the only thing she felt was relevant and easy enough. "Don't rush."

[idkmywarlock]

........Are you sure?

The prince smiled at his victory (yes, victory) over having gotten her to listen to him. He raised his hand in a mock salute as he walked out the door.

"I'll be back before you know it."

Now to find out if the kitchens actually had some soup.