[ his words are eaten with another sneeze, but his hand doesn't let Jamil's shirt go. Ah... he really is cold, but if he's cold... Isn't Jamil cold too? And he can't shake the feeling that something seems wrong. ]
[ he wants to argue, there's that instinct to show that they aren't master and servant, that they can operate as equals, but Kalim looks up at Jamil, slowly trying to figure out what he should do.
and maybe it is the cold, that's caused such a sluggish response, but then his eyes go towards Jamil's pen, tucked in a pocket. And to how dark the magestone is... it's probably lucky that he was already pale from the cold: it masks how his blood runs cold, and he forces himself up, ]
Jamil, your blot...!!
[ he's not the most steady right then, but he'll work past the cold. Jamil is the one suffering more. ]
[Of course Kalim is ignoring him. Of course they're going to do this now. Seven, he's exhausted; trying to settle Kalim's nerves and get him back down is the absolute last thing he needs right now.]
It's fine. It'll go away on its own; I just needed to use a lot of magic out in the blizzard, that's all.
[That's definitely the only thing contributing to this, honest. Kalim was lost or unconscious for anything else that could have theoretically happened, but definitely did not, which means he doesn't need to know. Dreams and hallucinations aren't even real, anyway, which means they don't count. Right?]
[It's a shockingly strong grip, for how badly incapacitated Kalim was mere minutes ago. Could he even pry himself free if he tried, at this point? How shameful is it that he's not actually confident the answer would be yes?]
It's not going to be a comfortable rest for either of us if we can't warm up. Even if I do nothing else, we need some blankets.
[A little blot won't kill him. He's (probably. He thinks. He hopes.) not in as precarious a mental state as he was over winter break, no matter how wretched he feels right now, or how bitter the taste of blot is in the back of his throat. He's just..... just.....]
Fine. The linen closet is in the bathroom. You'll find blankets, sheets, and towels in there. If you think you need to, you can strip my bed, too.
[ Kalim nods immediately, and it's only with a direction to go in that his grip on Jamil's hand eases, that he even considers being willing to calm down. He still pulls him back towards the couch. ]
S-sit down, sit down! I... I'll take care of it!
[ his body feels numb, frozen, but frankly, he doesn't care. only once he's sure Jamil could sit down if he wanted, does he stumble off in the direction that he's been given, to collect as many blankets as possible.
and attempts to carry them all back-- which he's lucky he didn't trip honestly. But he was far more determined to get back to Jamil, to help him take it easy. ]
Here...!
[ he practically drops the blankets onto one end of the couch, and immediately pulls the thickest out with some effort. His teeth are still chattering, but he doesn't mind. It's a blanket for Jamil-- and him. But first, he turns to sit next to Jamil, and to awkwardly pull the blanket over the both of them. ]
D-do you need anything else?? Just ask, I c-can do it for you.
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[Unless he was forced to be. Unless he had to go find and dig Kalim out of the snow to bring him home, before his dream came true.]
I'm fine. Just..... stay there, I'll go get some blankets and make tea.
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[ his words are eaten with another sneeze, but his hand doesn't let Jamil's shirt go. Ah... he really is cold, but if he's cold... Isn't Jamil cold too? And he can't shake the feeling that something seems wrong. ]
Let me help!
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and maybe it is the cold, that's caused such a sluggish response, but then his eyes go towards Jamil's pen, tucked in a pocket. And to how dark the magestone is... it's probably lucky that he was already pale from the cold: it masks how his blood runs cold, and he forces himself up, ]
Jamil, your blot...!!
[ he's not the most steady right then, but he'll work past the cold. Jamil is the one suffering more. ]
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[Of course Kalim is ignoring him. Of course they're going to do this now. Seven, he's exhausted; trying to settle Kalim's nerves and get him back down is the absolute last thing he needs right now.]
It's fine. It'll go away on its own; I just needed to use a lot of magic out in the blizzard, that's all.
[That's definitely the only thing contributing to this, honest. Kalim was lost or unconscious for anything else that could have theoretically happened, but definitely did not, which means he doesn't need to know. Dreams and hallucinations aren't even real, anyway, which means they don't count. Right?]
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[ he's practically begging him, when he reaches out again, gripping his hand as tightly as he can. ]
Just rest. Whatever y-you want to do, it can wait! Please!
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[It's a shockingly strong grip, for how badly incapacitated Kalim was mere minutes ago. Could he even pry himself free if he tried, at this point? How shameful is it that he's not actually confident the answer would be yes?]
It's not going to be a comfortable rest for either of us if we can't warm up. Even if I do nothing else, we need some blankets.
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Just tell me where to get them, I'll be back a-as fast as I can!
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[A little blot won't kill him. He's (probably. He thinks.
He hopes.) not in as precarious a mental state as he was over winter break, no matter how wretched he feels right now, or how bitter the taste of blot is in the back of his throat. He's just..... just.....]Fine. The linen closet is in the bathroom. You'll find blankets, sheets, and towels in there. If you think you need to, you can strip my bed, too.
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S-sit down, sit down! I... I'll take care of it!
[ his body feels numb, frozen, but frankly, he doesn't care. only once he's sure Jamil could sit down if he wanted, does he stumble off in the direction that he's been given, to collect as many blankets as possible.
and attempts to carry them all back-- which he's lucky he didn't trip honestly. But he was far more determined to get back to Jamil, to help him take it easy. ]
Here...!
[ he practically drops the blankets onto one end of the couch, and immediately pulls the thickest out with some effort. His teeth are still chattering, but he doesn't mind. It's a blanket for Jamil-- and him. But first, he turns to sit next to Jamil, and to awkwardly pull the blanket over the both of them. ]
D-do you need anything else?? Just ask, I c-can do it for you.