[ His health has gone and so, too, has his acuity. He drifts in and out of sleep, rousing momentarily when he feels hands upon him. Their bodies are pressed together and the sheets, drawn over them; however, the heat generating from Pyra’s body does nothing to warm his core, which had been cooled further by prolonged exposure of flushed skin to the air overnight. Her warmth is her own, unable to be transferred to him for a sickness that requires contact.
The hand that runs through his hair and caresses his scalp produces a more palpable effect. Cold though he remains, the intense beating in his head recedes enough for him to open his eyes, if for just another moment. Is the concern on her face real, he wonders, or an image from a dream conjured by his barren mind?
His thoughts scatter when his face is pressed gently into her shoulder. His muscles protest from the flexion, but the relief is immediate. The pain is more, yet less. He expels a long breath that resembles a muted sigh and doesn’t move, giving himself to the embrace while she runs her hand over his spine. Already, his breathing has started to improve.
Even in this crippled state of mind, he recognizes that the lengths to which she’s going are likely unnecessary. Still, he allows her to continue with her tender ministration, for he hasn’t the energy to reason with her—for he has no reason to push her away, not with the echo of her voice somewhere in the distance that promises to do him no harm. ]
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The hand that runs through his hair and caresses his scalp produces a more palpable effect. Cold though he remains, the intense beating in his head recedes enough for him to open his eyes, if for just another moment. Is the concern on her face real, he wonders, or an image from a dream conjured by his barren mind?
His thoughts scatter when his face is pressed gently into her shoulder. His muscles protest from the flexion, but the relief is immediate. The pain is more, yet less. He expels a long breath that resembles a muted sigh and doesn’t move, giving himself to the embrace while she runs her hand over his spine. Already, his breathing has started to improve.
Even in this crippled state of mind, he recognizes that the lengths to which she’s going are likely unnecessary. Still, he allows her to continue with her tender ministration, for he hasn’t the energy to reason with her—for he has no reason to push her away, not with the echo of her voice somewhere in the distance that promises to do him no harm. ]