[open]

[heirring]

WHO: Wysteria & YOU
WHAT: Anchor-related adventures and/or drama in fantasy September.
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: Various
NOTES: Some anchor and rift-related peril; open stuff is in the comments, but may use this as a catch-all. If an open prompt doesn't suit you, feel free to wildcard me or hit me up and I can write something bespoke. Prose or brackets is a-okay.

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[venenifer]

"Lady de Foncé? Are you awake?"

His voice is the sort of quiet that's ideal for an infirmary, low and still and well-enunciated if not completely gentle.

"I need you to eat," he adds, "I'll help you."

The implication is that she will be imbibing broth either way, but it will be easier on both of them if she does so willingly.

[heirring]

"Yes, I'm awake."

This, croaked out to the tones of But imagine if she weren't—wouldn't that be nice?, or maybe, Don't tell her what to do; she'll mind herself, thank you, or maybe just on account of the fact that her mouth is dry and she really only half conscious. But here, her less problematic hand rises and this one is much more confident about getting some sort of elbow prop situation going so she might lever herself up by a few inches.

"If you must do something, you may help me sit up."

[venenifer]

If you must do something. Oh, yes, if he must.

Wordlessly, Gideon extends a hand to support her in her efforts, snatching one of the pillows from behind her to prop it at her upper back and allow for a more upright position.

Once she's settled, he expectantly holds out the bowl and spoon again. She can either take it from him, or he'll do it for her, but he's not leaving until something is done.