[PRIVATE] Hot Headed Ones

As the room was quiet save the chirping of the birds outside, the stomach grumble was pretty loud. It was a distinctive low grumble, barely hidden. Besides, Grim had defensively clutched his stomach. That gave him away more than the sound itself. Amsteria managed a little grin, the bottle near her lips.

"Look who's talking," she mutters. The drink was returning some energy to her, and she did not have to squint to focus now. She gestured her hand with the bottle at the sandwiches. "I'll take one if you eat with me," Amsteria bargained. They say that if a group does one thing, an individual will eventually follow. Was it the animal instincts within a human being for survival? Perhaps.

As Amsteria waits for his pick, she continues to take sips from the bottle. Idly, she goes back to wondering what exactly was the thing that she ate to get her this sick. It had only started as a little sore throat but it had gone away...only to be replaced by this high temperature. She sighs.

Amsteria lets a light chuckle loose as she sets the bottle down to pick up a sandwich. Egg salad? Perhaps Grim was not so lucky in the selections today. She nibbles on it, slowly finishing the thing. She picks up another and her nibbles grew into larger bites. Despite her graceful front, she found that she was indeed...hungry. Finishing her second sandwich, she reaches for the bottle of juice and sips to pace herself. And perhaps not look so feral in front of Grim.

What was Grim nibbling into, anyway? It looked like a white bun, quite large, but somewhat softer and doughier in consistency? Amsteria guessed it might be something of the caucasian Western cuisine...Asian, perhaps? It was steaming on the inside, and she supposed that he was having a cold type of hunger.

"So," she finally says after a few more sips of her drink and watching Grim finish half of his mysterious bun," now that that's done, would you leave me to sleep now?" Amsteria peered at him, like a school teacher peering at a student.

Ugh. Pills. Amsteria sighed deeply at the demented pieces of solidified medicine. It made her think of sleeping pills, those arsenic tablets that war-time people put in the back of their mouths and weight-loss pills advertised on television once too often. Given any day, Amsteria would so much prefer syrups to pills. They just did not settle right with her.

At any rate, Amsteria takes the pills and drinks the last of the orange juice. She then puts the hand holding the pills up to her mouth...but does not take them. Feigning the swallowing of those foul things, she clenches her hand in as natural a manner as possible and leans back on the seat with it behind her. As she spreads her hand out to look like she was just relaxing, she pushes the pills to the far back of the seat, near the open window sill. If these things don't fall out, I'll sweep them out later.

Amsteria coughs lightly in pretense. Shaking her head at the lengthy question of symptoms Grim posed, she sets her bottle down on the table and reaches out for the offered bottle with her other hand. She shrugs at Grim's suggestion.

"Hmmm...I would prefer not to sleep in either of the guy's beds, really. Or maybe you should at least ask them first, Grim?" Amsteria poses the question. It was not a comfortable idea, sleeping in people's beds. Goldilocks thought her not to, and besides, who knows what secrets the men put in their beds? She was not keen on finding out, even if she was there on the basis of being sick.

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Dexterity roll for successful tossing of pills;

d20+ dex 3
17+3 = 20

Charisma for successful pseudo texting and convincing her to rest in someone else's bed;
d20+ cha 1
9 + 1 = 10

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Amsteria huffed. She was not willing to actually believe Grim telling her that Shorinaga agreed, but he seemed to have texted anyway. She had her fishy doubts, but...there was no arguing this. Amsteria drank the mineral water, washing down whatever orange and sandwich taste was left in her mouth. She sets the bottle aside and stood up, brushing herself down.

"Fiiiiiiiine," she dragged the word, pouting slightly. She walks over to to the bunk and grabs her blanket from her bed, dragging it down in a huge pile of dyed cotton and bedding. Breaking free of it, she wraps the blanket around herself and grumpily plops into Shorinaga's bed.

"If we get in trouble for this, you're giving all the explanations," Amsteria mutters to the german. At the very least, she would just be using the bed as a platform to put her blanket on. Curling up in her cocoon of sheets, she turns away from Grim and tries to sleep.

Eventually, with the peaceful sounds of wind, chirping birds and the chill from her forehead, she dozed off.

It was nothing but darkness, inky pitch black. It felt like sleep but also felt like being awake. A sudden chill broke the blackness and Amsteria finds herself awake once more, but not rested at all. She peered over her shoulder to see who it was behind her, and yet again there was Grim. Perhaps this was a continuously running gag of deja vu.

"Grim...?" she muttered the question, voice barely audible from sleep and the onset of a sore throat,"Why are you still here?"

She had no inclination to move anymore now, and he better not be deciding to haul her elsewhere. She squints at him as she awaits an answer from the medic.

Joakim had just wrapped up a training session in the Guardian's room, exiting the room with a few bruises and yet another broken wooden weapon. Eh, he could re-carve them into daggers or something for next week, so the large man wiped the few beads sweat from his face with the small towel he had slung over one shoulder and made his way back to the team room. He didn't work up much of a sweat, but eh... That's what you get when you've been doing these morning drills for most of your apprenticeship and you train with someone new who could only stand a few rounds with him.

It was partially his fault anyway, for throwing the wooden hand axe at the younger Guardian and breaking it against the wall a few inches above the other Apprentice's head. Would've scared any greenhorn. His phone hadn't blinked with any new messages, so he assumed that his teammates were either busy doing their own thing or everybody was spending the day being lazy in general. He figured Shorinaga still had classes to run, so it was actually nice to assume Amsteria and Grim were resting. At least Grim was getting some shuteye and Amsteria was staying still for once.

So he opened the door to their dorm room and paused at the door.

Joakim had half expected to see Grim and Amsteria in the room, but... a few things were wrong with the picture. One, Grim was sleeping in an upright position. Secondly, both of them were on Shorinaga's bed. They all knew that they had a personal space thing going on between the four of them, so invading Shorinaga's bed... was this their way of breaking the ice? Odd.

The viking closed the door slowly. Grim DID look tired, so he'd rather not wake the medic unless it was completely necessary. ...Sleeping like that was DEFINITELY not comfortable, though... So he put the broken weapon at the window seat to free his hands and went over to carefully pick the smaller male off of Shorinaga's bed. Joakim considered tucking him in his own bed, but... He squinted at the ladder leading up to the top bunk.

1 - he wasn't exactly the lightest person around.
2 - he was definitely gonna hit the ceiling with his head.

So Joakim placed Grim in his bed instead, turning Grim on his side such that he was facing away from the window. It should be cooler that way, anyway. He had his fur blanket folded at the foot of the bed, so Grim wouldn't have to worry about extra heat waking him up. With Grim taken care of, Joakim walked over to Shorinaga's bed and braced one hand on the rail of Amsteria's bed before reaching out with his free hand to tap her shoulder.

He stopped himself though. Her breathing sounded odd, her skin was flushed, and she looked very uncomfortable as she seemed to be trying to sleep. A small, unamused sound left him involuntarily as Joakim loosely curled his fingers and rested the back of them against Amsteria's neck. She was burning up. Maybe not as badly as she was an hour or so ago, since it looked like Grim tried to help handle the situation. Still, she was undoubtedly having a fever.

Joakim pulled his hand away when Amsteria stirred, murmuring a small 'Beklager.*' for waking her. He didn't waste any time pointing out the obvious though, "You're burning up. Have you had water or medicine?" he kept his voice low so it wouldn't worsen her headache, and held up a hand, "Wait." before Amsteria could say anything, Joakim pulled away from the bed and pulled the curtains closed. That filtered out most of the sun, and it should help ease the headache a little.

With that done, he returned to the bedside and again, braced one hand on the rail of Amsteria's bed instead of sitting on the bed. His own body temperature was higher than normal thanks to him sparring earlier on, and being placed near more warm objects was the last thing Amsteria needed, "How do you feel?"


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Translation;

Beklager = Sorry (in Danish)