Yes... [Wow, was he being taken care of or commanded?
Still, his body definitely agreed with how it felt to lay down on the bed. Enough to not move even part of him wanted to. Just not against Rhus' demand. It didn't eliminate the pounding, even laying on his back he clutched his forehead with one hand, but it just felt easier to breathe.]
[Rhus makes sure Takame is laying down and unable to move anywhere before he pokes around the private rooms for something to use-- like... Well.
A small fluffy towel.
Which of course he finds in the bathroom, wets it under the tap, wrings it out, and then concentrates on making it ice cold with Craft as he returns to the bedroom proper.]
[Not much of a response. He wanted to say "Fine", but lying was obviously not an option with Rhus. He wanted to say "exactly the same", but he refused to accept that he was still debilitated by the pain and light.
The fact that he could barely speak was telling in itself.]
'S what I thought. [Rhus puts the cool, damp cloth on Takame's forehead, making sure to cover his eyes as well. Not a long-term remedy for the problem he's having, but it's what Rhus will give him, when there's nothing else he has on hand at the moment.]
Mm. [Just the cover on his eyes was a huge relief, shielding them from intrusive light even if the presence of the Residence's psychic energy and Rhus both were still strong. It was like aether-sickness he was feeling now. But one sense being suppressed made it less intrusive.]
I will... be fine. [At least he could try and say it with some confidence since he had some relief.]
[Rhus begins to roll his eyes... before remembering that Takame cannot actually see the gesture and thus it's lost on him. So instead, the Miqo'te reaches out and pinches Takame on the nose.]
Good. [Rhus has some mercy on him and releases his nose.]
Keep the cloth on until you start feelin' better-- or it begins to warm, whichever shall come first. But if you feel like it's not helped, let me know.
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Still, his body definitely agreed with how it felt to lay down on the bed. Enough to not move even part of him wanted to. Just not against Rhus' demand. It didn't eliminate the pounding, even laying on his back he clutched his forehead with one hand, but it just felt easier to breathe.]
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A small fluffy towel.
Which of course he finds in the bathroom, wets it under the tap, wrings it out, and then concentrates on making it ice cold with Craft as he returns to the bedroom proper.]
How's the head?
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[Not much of a response. He wanted to say "Fine", but lying was obviously not an option with Rhus. He wanted to say "exactly the same", but he refused to accept that he was still debilitated by the pain and light.
The fact that he could barely speak was telling in itself.]
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Keep that on yourself, aye?
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I will... be fine. [At least he could try and say it with some confidence since he had some relief.]
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Wha' are we not to do, after today's mess?
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[The sudden touch of his nose took him by surprise. He breathed through his mouth instead, though it sounded more like a sigh.]
I will not overdo it again... [He sounded as pathetic as he felt with the nasally whine that accompanied his words.]
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Keep the cloth on until you start feelin' better-- or it begins to warm, whichever shall come first. But if you feel like it's not helped, let me know.