The Boneflayers are family, for all that they might be rude and loud and utterly obnoxious to one another; Asher was bigger and louder than life. Asher took risks, Asher charged into every sort of mess but Asher was always laughing at the end of it, covered in blood that wasn't his for the most. He got better like he always did and then--
Everyone eventually loses a member of a mercenary crew to death or injury. No one ever thought it would be Asher. Not even now do they want to admit that it's going to be Asher.
When the fever isn't gripping Asher, rendering him a sweating and sometimes delirious mess then he's gripped by a chill that has him shivering, teeth chattering so hard they hurt, the sweat cooling on his skin. The poultices and bandages itch something fierce and he's in the midst of trying to tear them off now that Liadan's slipped out to breathe (it's hard, she's lost so many people, she's trying to hard and the more Asher tries to be himself the worse it is for her).
"Someone threatened to paralysis glyph me to the bed if I tried to escape." Instead of the usual near-absence of an indoor voice, coughing has reduced Asher to croaking, blinking bleary-eyed at Sam as he keep scratching at one of the poultices plastered to him. "You could just go be a distraction for me, right?"
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Everyone eventually loses a member of a mercenary crew to death or injury. No one ever thought it would be Asher. Not even now do they want to admit that it's going to be Asher.
When the fever isn't gripping Asher, rendering him a sweating and sometimes delirious mess then he's gripped by a chill that has him shivering, teeth chattering so hard they hurt, the sweat cooling on his skin. The poultices and bandages itch something fierce and he's in the midst of trying to tear them off now that Liadan's slipped out to breathe (it's hard, she's lost so many people, she's trying to hard and the more Asher tries to be himself the worse it is for her).
"Someone threatened to paralysis glyph me to the bed if I tried to escape." Instead of the usual near-absence of an indoor voice, coughing has reduced Asher to croaking, blinking bleary-eyed at Sam as he keep scratching at one of the poultices plastered to him. "You could just go be a distraction for me, right?"