ramyune
“I- I really don’t like this idea, Alistair.” The undead grumbles from his side, her focus fixed upon a blindfold in her hands, a thick scarf already thrown around her neck, and a hood prepared to cover her head.
To be fair, needing to pass through this town was important if they want to get Alistair some better gear, and perhaps any closer to getting him back to whomever this master of his he keeps talking about. Didn’t mean that Illanya had to enjoy it, or the means they had to resort to.
“Playing the poor, sickly, blind woman and her guide is not how I would’ve have done this, but like you said, I don’t have anything else that hides my face. Aside from the armor at least.” Illanya would toss a glance over her shoulder at where the armor had been stashed for this short excursion, her form thinner, perhaps slightly more so than one would have thought for her strength. She sighs and ties the blindfold over her eyes, tugging the hood over her unkempt hair, and fixing the scarf to cover her mouth.
She reaches blindly until her hand brushes Alistair’s shoulder and she gently grabs him. “Okay, remember, if you don’t want to tell me out loud that something is looking bad, just squeeze my hand twice. I know you could probably handle it, but I wish to help at least.” Illanya says, shifting on her feet nervously, her head on a swivel as she listens to their surroundings.
“Oh and while I know I probably can’t feel it as badly as you, please don’t run me into anything if you can help it. Might get some looks if you keep letting me hit stuff, you know?”
RosyWindFox
(Ah, though I can’t entirely accept the apology myself, I do appreciate you saying so! I think that a general good rule of thumb, at least in games like these, is to make sure your response is specific to the person above, that way it’s more fun to read about what’s going on. I appreciate the little follow up though and I hope you have a nice rest of your day! 💕)
The undead holds the small salamander in her hand, a slightly bewildered look on her face. “Why won’t you leave me be?” She doesn’t sound particularly upset in her response, simply confused and surprised.
Admittedly this is the fourth time she’s found the curious creature around, watching her like a hawk. She’d tried setting it down in the grass, telling it to leave her be and go about it’s business.
Illanya sighs, looking at the creature in her hand. This little creature was persistent, she would give it that.
“Alright, enough. If you’re so keen on accompanying me, why don’t you make yourself useful and get some kindling for a fire, and we’ll see if you can stick around after that.” She says crossing her arms and tilting her head at the creature.
“Go on, I’ll be here, preparing the logs. If we don’t hurry it’ll be night time soon. I’d rather not have to make a fire in the dark.”
The undead shifts nervously on her feet, having had to restrain herself from pacing around Xander's home. People got sick often, this was nothing new, and shouldn't be such a worrisome thing. Yet, here she was, a near-nervous wreck for her friend. All things considered, she was doing her best to pull her weight, especially with Xander out of it for the moment. She hadn't forgotten how to care for the ill, at least not yet, so the undead was at least as vigilant as she could be with offering Xander tea, and other cures she was aware of.
Even so, it would take time for a fever to subside. Thus the pacing and worrying. "Oh no, it's fine we all get sick sometimes." She shakes her head, trying to reassure him, hoping that he doesn't remember her telling him that she's physically incapable of illness with this body. She reaches forwards, a hand held up in a signal for him to stay down when he tries to sit up. "No, you're in no condition to be out and about, Xander. Surely it can wait." Illanya chides firmly, her voice still as gentle she can get it.
She tries her damndest to not let her anxiety rise as Xander takes his time to prepare for his incredibly important request, but for a moment she looks like she's on the brink of having her own freak-out. All of which just freeze at the request.
Illanya blinks, perhaps twitching slightly as she processes the words properly. At first, the instinct is to laugh, after all, Xander really had her going for a moment, and she thought it was a matter of life and death. Illanya would later consider herself lucky she doesn't give in to laughing because one good look at his face and she knows he's being entirely serious.
Opening and closing her mouth in shock, Illanya looks like she's about to argue, but she eventually closes her mouth nodding. It certainly wasn't doing much good to pace while she waits for his fever to go down. Loathe as she was to go into the city, she could take care of it.
"I will go, not to worry," Illanya says smiling gently before gesturing to Xander, or more importantly the bed. "You just have to promise me one thing if I do. You have to stay in bed and get some rest. You're not going to get any better if you keep trying to push yourself, okay?"