Sizhui does manage to flutter his eyes open, but it's clear he can't quite focus on her and 'awake' is probably a strong word for his somewhat delirious state.
"...gūgu...." he murmurs dazedly, clearly thinking about someone else... right? Luckily for the young cultivator's dignity he probably won't remember making such an error. He mumbles some other words, but none of them particularly legible. He seems like he's at least vaguely aware there's another person in the room, but that's about as far as his consciousness goes right now.
In his own mind, everything feels heavy and fuzzy, it's a familiar feeling and he hates that fact, fevers scare him ever since the one that nearly killed him as a child - the one that, he now knows, robbed him of happy memories for so many years. Robbed him of the knowledge of who he was. He has that back now, but he's scared of losing that again. There's someone else here, he knows that, and there's something comforting about her voice, but every time he tries to put his finger on it, it flits away... like a butterfly...
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Re: okay :)
Date: 2022-07-19 10:13 pm (UTC)From:Sizhui does manage to flutter his eyes open, but it's clear he can't quite focus on her and 'awake' is probably a strong word for his somewhat delirious state.
"...gūgu...." he murmurs dazedly, clearly thinking about someone else... right? Luckily for the young cultivator's dignity he probably won't remember making such an error. He mumbles some other words, but none of them particularly legible. He seems like he's at least vaguely aware there's another person in the room, but that's about as far as his consciousness goes right now.
In his own mind, everything feels heavy and fuzzy, it's a familiar feeling and he hates that fact, fevers scare him ever since the one that nearly killed him as a child - the one that, he now knows, robbed him of happy memories for so many years. Robbed him of the knowledge of who he was. He has that back now, but he's scared of losing that again. There's someone else here, he knows that, and there's something comforting about her voice, but every time he tries to put his finger on it, it flits away... like a butterfly...