Both the name and the voice are familiar, but not together, and his brow furrows with confusion - but he doesn't otherwise react to her words. Something in his face soothes when she slips the the talisman beneath his pillow, so clearly whatever fevered imaginings his half-waking mind had conjured were not all pleasant.
(Sizhui finds the more painful memories of his childhood fever ebbing slightly, the feeling of being lost and alone, the growing fear of losing everybody, they ease away and his mind instead shifts to the comforting thoughts of a clean, light room, the soft sound of a qin playing...)
He barely reacts to her taking his hand, though somewhere in his mind there's something odd he can't place. The hands are smaller than what he remembers.... wait, this isn't his a-die checking his energy, a-die isn't here.... He's too caught up in the fever to really understand the implication, to realise that she does have at least some knowledge of cultivation, but later, when he thinks back...
His spiritual energy is a little better after having slept, but between the fight and the fever it's low, and the illness has interrupted his ability to build it back up again - at least for a little while. He's going to have to fight that off first.
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Date: 2022-07-20 06:54 am (UTC)From:Both the name and the voice are familiar, but not together, and his brow furrows with confusion - but he doesn't otherwise react to her words. Something in his face soothes when she slips the the talisman beneath his pillow, so clearly whatever fevered imaginings his half-waking mind had conjured were not all pleasant.
(Sizhui finds the more painful memories of his childhood fever ebbing slightly, the feeling of being lost and alone, the growing fear of losing everybody, they ease away and his mind instead shifts to the comforting thoughts of a clean, light room, the soft sound of a qin playing...)
He barely reacts to her taking his hand, though somewhere in his mind there's something odd he can't place. The hands are smaller than what he remembers.... wait, this isn't his a-die checking his energy, a-die isn't here.... He's too caught up in the fever to really understand the implication, to realise that she does have at least some knowledge of cultivation, but later, when he thinks back...
His spiritual energy is a little better after having slept, but between the fight and the fever it's low, and the illness has interrupted his ability to build it back up again - at least for a little while. He's going to have to fight that off first.