[open/incomplete]

[parallelparrot]

Characters: Echo, Open
Date/Time: 12/26, early morning
Location: Staircase leading from the second floor to the first
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Delusional, sick nymph
Summary: Echo's sick and tired, but determined.

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[regallyso]

Another who hadn't been in the mood for sleeping any longer, especially when she dreamt of sisters she'd never had, was Cordelia. Or perhaps it was better to say Calliope. The last few days hadn't been unbearable so much as slightly unsettling, particularly after her first set of dreams concerning the son she'd also never had, but it hadn't meant she wanted to endure all of her dreams. That night, she'd been singing drinking songs with a familiar soldier, one whose name completely escaped her. And eventually, it was time to disrupt her sleep and pull herself away for a time, for her mental health's sake

[parallelparrot]

Pressing one hand against her forehead in an effort to stop the dizziness, although she knew it wouldn't work, Echo leaned against the wall. She assumed that she looked as bad as she felt, which wasn't helped by the fact that she hadn't bathed or changed since arriving. If she ran into the hunter from her dreams now she honestly wouldn't blame him if he didn't look twice at her, especially since he seemed the type who wouldn't care if she died at his feet. But that was neither here nor there. No, all that mattered now was surviving long enough to get out of here mostly in one piece

[regallyso]

Patience was how they were going to have to get through the night, because Cordelia certainly didn't know any sign language, but she did happen to know what her body language meant, and it had her flying up the stairs to perch on the step beside Echo. Though she knew no hand signals, she wasn't blind.

The repeat of the words wasn't quite strange yet; she assumed it was illness and delirium. "You don't look like you should be out of bed, love," the muse soothed, moving to brush her hand along the back of Echo's shoulders in a comforting caress.

[parallelparrot]

Shivering as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself, Echo closed her eyes for a moment and took slow, gulping breaths of air as she felt the light pressure of Cordelia coming toward her on the stairs. This was quickly turning into an embarrassing situation.

The hand moving across her shoulders gave her a start; she stiffened and hoped that whatever had her feeling so ill wasn't contagious through that simple an action. "Out of bed, love," the nymph parroted back, opening her red-rimmed eyes and offering a weak smile to Cordelia as she moved one hand to mimic taking a drink. She hoped it would convey that she had been trying to get to the kitchen to get a drink, but if not maybe the questions it brought up would get them to that point eventually.