Sizhui stirs, lured awake by the mingled scent of the fresh herbs and the buns - he still feels awful, his throat is sore and he's sweaty and miserable - but he does feel more coherent, and he knows that the buns making him feel hungry is a good sign as well.
His gaze goes to her first, though, as soon as he opens his eyes - a reassurance to himself that she's really real, and that she's still there.
"What time is it?" he asks groggily, wondering how much of the day he's slept away. It's hard to fight those feelings of doing something wrong when he's sick, even though he knows the best thing to do is to look after himself.
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Date: 2022-07-25 12:28 am (UTC)From:Sizhui stirs, lured awake by the mingled scent of the fresh herbs and the buns - he still feels awful, his throat is sore and he's sweaty and miserable - but he does feel more coherent, and he knows that the buns making him feel hungry is a good sign as well.
His gaze goes to her first, though, as soon as he opens his eyes - a reassurance to himself that she's really real, and that she's still there.
"What time is it?" he asks groggily, wondering how much of the day he's slept away. It's hard to fight those feelings of doing something wrong when he's sick, even though he knows the best thing to do is to look after himself.