11th Fairy Tale § Action/Written

[tehoniongirl]

[In House 7]

[It was very unusual for Jilly to go to bed early or to sleep in. There was too much to be done and she just wasn't the type to sit still unless she had a rather engrossing art project holding her attention. Yet, as Friday had come to a close, she'd found herself feeling...off. She'd gone to bed early, determined to sleep off whatever

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[voice]

[noprevaricating]

What's the matter?

[action]

[noprevaricating]

[He smooths her hair, then opens the thermos and hands it to her.] Don't even think on it, there's no cause for it. Just get back on your feet.

[action]

[tehoniongirl]

...what's this?

[this smells wonderful. And a great deal safer than Jack's tea]

[action]

[noprevaricating]

I never made you chocolate before?

[He has made sure to get chocolate right. If he can't have proper whiskey, he will have proper chocolate.]

[action]

[tehoniongirl]

I think we hit warm weather before we got the chance.

[taking a sip, she closes her eyes at the sweetness. Beyond perfect]

...I'm going to be spoiled rotten if I stay here much longer.

[action]

[noprevaricating]

I've heard it's what must be done, when someone is sick.

[An ironic echo--some months ago, Jilly tended to him while he had the flu.]

[action]

[tehoniongirl]

[a laugh] I'm only a tiny bit sick.

[lies.]

[action]

[noprevaricating]

You're more than a tiny bit sick. Look at you, in bed, not working revenge on all us for throwing your paint about the living room.

[action]

[tehoniongirl]

It's just a fever. [and a sore throat. And a lot of tired]

And I'd think it would be Horatio plotting revenge. I was planning on throwing paint around the living room from the start.

[action]

[noprevaricating]

I started it.

[action]

[tehoniongirl]

You did.

But I think we were all fairly guilty.

[action]

[noprevaricating]

[He brushes curls off her forehead.] Well. Rest, and when you're better, we'll see to your mural.

[action]

[tehoniongirl]

Yes, sir.