open | love in the time of grippe

[coquettish_trees]

WHO: Alexandrie Nightingale and anyone who wants to be cosseted
WHAT: She's here to visit you, illness-ridden friends.
WHEN: Grippe Season
WHERE: Quarantine Central (and also at home because someone's dodging being dragged in there.)
NOTES: will match prose or brackets ♥

It's absolutely wretched here, but Alexandrie is making rounds of the sickbeds anyway dressed in simple expendable skirts (she's not burning anything nice thankyouverymuch), her hair woven into a casual halo of braids. For whatever reason—Maferath's own luck, perhaps—despite her visits to help care for those affected by the outbreak, she hasn't taken ill herself and doesn't look like to.

And so here she is, murmuring some sort of sympathetic nothing, resting the back of her bare hand on a forehead or a cheek and replacing the towels that help to lower fever with cooler ones.

Comments

hello i'm here to be cosseted

[sulahnan]

It's not been long enough since moving into this meant-to-be-shared room for much of anyone to know that it's Athessa's room, which is to say: how the heck does Lexie know where to find this poor grippe-stricken elf?

That's what Athessa would be wondering if her brain wasn't being melted by fever, but for the moment she's blinking blearily awake at the cool touch upon her face, the only part of herself exposed since the rest is firmly and thoroughly bundled in her bedspread.

"Is it daytime?"