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Mm. She says she doesn't need luck or to cheat because her confidence is enough to get her through.

[Sinclair feels a little dead when he remembers that conversation. Honestly...]

[dissimulative]

I'd like to see how she plays for real.

[ There's another sparkle in his eyes. Mischief? Maybe. It's definitely for his enjoyment though. ]

[insinning]

[...]

Do you want to play a round of poker with her?

[dissimulative]

Yeah! I can do stuff like card counting, but that's about it.

[ He feels excited already despite that. ]

I'll contact her while she's still around then, but not today. All of my day is reserved for you.

[insinning]

[Sinclair grins, and look at that...the conversation got him to finish his portion of the food without protesting]

As much as I'd like to see that...I'm glad.

[When Oria is done, he'll take his hand again.]

[dissimulative]

[ Yup, he's long since finished and puts his own tray back into the cart. With his free hand, he drinks some water. He tightens the hold on Sinclair's hand.

He's very glad that Sinclair ate his portion, because it means he has an appetite again. ]

That you have me all to yourself today?

[insinning]

[ Sinclair nods, snuggling back into Oria's side ]

Mm. It's nice...

[dissimulative]

[ Now that everything has been finished the cart leaves with a maid coming in and gives Sinclair a small pill for medicine and a brand new cup of water. Fresh. ]

Your fever only lasted half a day... you really do have a strong immune system.

[insinning]

Mm...maybe it was all your care. [Sinclair takes the medicine and water dutifully. He knows it would have been worse if he had pushed himself...] Though...do I seem that ill?

[dissimulative]

You were hot. Like, literally. Burning. Sweating. If you get better tomorrow, you can take a nice, long shower.

[ Not right now, because he wants Sinclair to rest. ]

[insinning]

...that bad, huh...?

[Sinclair brightens at the thought of a shower though because wipes don't feel that nice...they're something he's used during long missions out but]

I just have to get better by tomorrow, right?

[dissimulative]

Yeah, it was bad. Honestly, if your fever can go away in half a day, there's a chance that you can recover from symptoms by tomorrow. You'll still need to take it easy for at least one more day though.

[ After symptoms are gone, he can recover all his energy. Yeah. ]

[insinning]

I'll be mindful...

[His temperature is still high, but this gives him hope. Free him from this hell honestly]

[dissimulative]

You'll be stuck in bed anyway and if you need to go anywhere, I'll help you.

[ Oria eyes Sinclair a little mischievously. ]

Like carrying you to the bathroom.

[insinning]

But I can walk...

[ Is this because he and Aria laughed when the maid carried him off the other day...]

[dissimulative]

[ Maybe.



No, he wasn't thinking about it, but he would have to get Sinclair there somehow. ]

Show me then.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair is feeling stubborn now. He huffs and pulls himself out of bed. He takes a few steps to the bathroom and it really shouldn't be as tiring as it is]

See? I can-

[then he wobbles, the world spinning as vertigo hits him.]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria closely follows behind him. When he sees that Sinclair wobbles, he picks him up bridal style in his arms. ]

You were saying?

[insinning]

[ One of these days Sinclair will pick Oria up and Oria will see how he likes it. Sinclair grumbles, hanging onto Oria's shoulders]

That's. Um. Only because I was lying down all day...

[dissimulative]

[ I personally await that day ]

Uh-huh.

[ Oria gives him a small kiss on the forehead. ]

Back to bed with you, unless you need to go to the bathroom anyway.

[insinning]

[aaaaaaaaaaaa ]

I do need to go--

[Please let him live]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria covers the rest of the trip to the bathroom, to the northwest corner. It's a room-stall with a single toilet. Very clean. The lights come on and all that and after dropping off Sinclair on the closed toilet seat, Oria walks out, closing the door behind him. Sinclair can try walking back on his own if he wants, but Oria will be there... around... somewhere... in case if he can't. ]

[insinning]

[He'll take care of his business and wash up, hanging onto the wall to wobble to the other side to at least brush his teeth. He can manage this much!!!]

[dissimulative]

[ He doesn't want to hear that from someone with wobbly legs! While Sinclair was in that room, Oria opted to wash up too. By the time Sinclair comes out, Oria is already back in the room. He's been changing the sheets and blanket by the time Sinclair returns.

There. Everything should be fresh now. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair walks across the room, mostly steady despite the weird sense of vertigo and manages to sit back down on the bed before he falls over. Clean!! Fresh!!]

Should we watch something?