The rose I sickened with a scarlet fever [Open]

[youwonscience]

WHO: Cosima and ?
WHAT: A catchall open post for phases two and three of the flu modplot
WHEN: Wintermarch 25 to Guardian 6ish
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Discussion of blood in a medical context in Anders' thread; otherwise general "affected by blood plague" heads-up unless otherwise noted.

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[youwonscience]

"You did," Cosima says, softening a bit and laying down again after one more kiss. "Can you do that ice thing with your fingers again? That was great, actually."

Under other circumstances, Cosima might be inclined to tease and fondly press at the revelation. But she's tired, and she's worried, and she knows Herian is worried. Maybe a few quiet moments together are best, here and now.

[dashing]

With a quiet chuckle, Herian leans her forward on her elbow, holding her hand where Cosima can see it laying down. For a moment, heat glows under her fingertips, before a very light buzz of lightning flares across them, and then a very light frost crawls over them.

"I can do many things," she advises, momentarily teasing, heavily bordering on the lands of flirtatious, before she leans back and kisses Cosima's shoulder. "But I will stick to the 'ice thing'."

She feels simultaneously the odd adrenaline rush that comes with important words being spoken, with wondrous news being delivered back to her, the entirely unknightly flurry of butterflies, all mixed in with the worry and trepidation that this fever has brought on. They are not out of the woods - they are not safe, not yet, but in this moment she can try to help and make Cosima more comfortable, and that will do. Ice magic rises in her skin, and she slowly works her hands own Cosima's back.