[open] love, love is a verb

[eolasemah]

WHO: Sina and you!
WHAT: She's awake more often and able to sit up in bed to do things. Visits will be more productive now.
WHEN: Early Drakonis
WHERE: Sina & Nari's tent in the garden
NOTES: Follow-up to this log and the direct result of this one.

The past month has been rough, and Sina has spent most of it in the Fade. Only now is she beginning to look a little more alive, able to converse and laugh without hurting herself, eating more than what Nari can manage to spoon into her mouth while she's conscious, spending her days reading tomes on magic and elvhen history from the library.
She still can't get out of bed without assistance, and the stuffiness of the sick tent is wearing on her. Sina is pale and thin, a shadow of herself, with bags under her eyes and protruding bones. She still smiles easily, however, and is grateful for company and news of outside goings-on.

She will get better. She is getting better. But it will take time.

Comments

[eolasemah]

Seeing how his smile falters, Sina's does as well. A year is a long time. She herself isn't certain she'll still be here, but unlike Sam, the alternative is what she dreads.

"You've done no such thing," Sina insists, her smile returning, similarly weaker. "See? Pointy as ever." She takes the tip of one between her finger and thumb and gives it a little tug. "But I won't keep you. Thank you for coming to see me, Sam."

[harthad_uluithiad]

His eyes open wide, and he laughs, surprised and pleased at the joke. "So they are," he says happily. "And very fine ears they are too."

A bit flustered now, and taken aback at his own boldness, he hesitates for a moment, and then leans forward quickly to drop a light kiss onto Sina's cheek. He pulls away just as quickly, the tips of his own ears bright red now, and bobs his head in a short bow, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Rest - rest up now," he stutters, half mumbling. "I'll - I'll - " But his words fail him, and he rushes out of the tent without a backwards glance.

[eolasemah]

When Sam hesitates, Sina tilts her head in an odd look-- did she say something wrong?-- but then he answers the question by kissing her cheek. It's a harmless gesture in and of itself, one she's performed many a time, but she can't help but notice the shade of his ears and the haste of his departure, and a small blush rises on her own pale cheeks. Did he just...?

"...I will," she says to the empty space where he stood, confused and bewildered, but still smiling. What even.