[open] a little truth arrives in the dying of each day

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and you
WHAT: here we go
WHEN: mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: Hightown and then the Gallows
NOTES: All Sina logs from this point onward will involve discussions/dealing with death and illness, so if you're sensitive about those topics I recommend passing these by.

I. Just outside the Forest Garden [single thread please, 1-3 people max]

Sina still looks like Sina, but if Thedas had photographs, and the ability to compare a person's image of two years ago to their image today, only then would it become achingly clear how much mass she's lost. As the weather grows chill, she has to bundle up more and more just to go to work in her gardens, and even then is constantly cold. But she's been all right, all things considered; she's still upright, at least.

Until she isn't. Having felt a little strange since they found the elf children in the warehouse, Sina has chalked it up to the usual business and the gut-wrenching trauma of what they found. Her chest has felt a little heavier, her step a little slower, her hands a little colder, nothing worth calling a healer about until today: she's nearly down the stairs of the former Chantry when she abruptly loses consciousness.

Crumpling like a doll, Sina scrapes her leg on the last few steps and collapses to the ground, basket of herbs on its side, its contents splayed everywhere. She wakes up at once, but with bleary confusion, disoriented and burning with fever.


II. The Infirmary [ota]

Those who spent any significant time with the rescued elven children may also have caught what ails Sina now, but with a body already so ravaged by weakness, fighting it is clearly difficult for her. She's asleep most of the time, coughing when she's awake, and unable to keep food down.
It's not the first time she's been in this position, but it may be the last.

Comments

[eolasemah]

It takes Sina some deliberation after opening her eyes to determine whether or not she wants to exert the energy to consume anything, and though she gives a faint nod, she regrets it immediately. Water sounds nice, drinking it does not. Going back to sleep would be ideal.

[justice_is_blond]

He goes to get the water and returns quickly, trying not to disturb her more than he has to. She needs rest, badly, but she also needs liquids.

"Here." Anders is as gentle as possible as he gets an arm underneath her, supporting her head, while lifting the cup to her lips. "This will help, even if it's difficult to swallow." She's so light and thin. While he's seen her in states before, this episode has him pretty worried.

[eolasemah]

She's able to pick up her head somewhat, but quickly relents when it becomes clear that letting Anders do the lifting is most comfortable. She drinks without too much trouble, and obviously needs it, but after several gulps she's interrupted by a cough that spills some of the water and wracks her body. It's more alarming than painful at first, but as it continues, it becomes apparent Sina didn't just swallow wrong.

[justice_is_blond]

He holds her through the coughing, casting when it starts to get painful and sending creation magic inward. There's only so much healing a body can respond to, though. When he fails to heal it's hard on him... but it's harder on the patient and his expression is heavy with regret.

"I'm sorry, Sina." He's failing her, completely. "If..." Anders takes a shaky breath and stops talking, simply supporting her and trying to ease what he can.

[eolasemah]

It takes a while for her to stop, but Anders' magic does its part to calm her, and Sina at least reaches a place where she's able to breathe without hacking. It's still raspy, however, the sort of sound that suggests there's something in or obstructing her lungs. But that's not really new.
'Thank you,' she mouths, resting exhausted against Anders, smiling a little to show her appreciation despite the circumstances.

[justice_is_blond]

"You're welcome," he says quietly, holding her close. "I'll stay here for a time if you'd like." He'd like it too, truth be told, but he's not going to impose.

"You can get some rest while I keep watch." Guarding her from internal threats rather than eternal ones.

[eolasemah]

A small nod, and Sina exhales, going limp in Anders' arms apart from her ragged breathing. She falls asleep quickly, too weak to do much other than that.