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[ladyfiriel]

Lying in bed, both cold and hot at the same time, she tosses and turns, unable to find sleep. Sleep and rest have been chased away by feverish dreams and wracking coughs that shake her body. She is buried under a mound of blankets, extras taken from anywhere they could be spared. Logs burn in the fireplace at one end of the room, while moonlight

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*climbs up next to and pets soothingly*

[nieliqui]

Wow you're hot. I could make it snow in here.

[ladyfiriel]

*whimpers slightly and turns towards her*

I don't think snow would help. *coughs, whispers* But thank you, dear. And... how would you do that?

[My mun had no connection all weekend, apologies]

[nieliqui]

I would just ask it to come inside. It's outside, you know. Up there. It wants to come down, but that stupid king of yours messed it up with lightning and stuff.

*runs a cool hand over your forehead, brightens* I can sing if you like! I know a song that makes the rain come down. You'll like it. *hums quietly, not needing words for a song that predates language*

((Not a problem at all, I understand completely.))

[ladyfiriel]

Thank you, dear. *closes her eyes and listens quietly, somewhat confused how a child could help so much*