He cringes a little as he sets Felix down, feeling him stir in his arms as he lays him onto his bedroll. As he exhales, he sighs a soft apology without even meaning to but before he can dwell on that, Felix's fingers are grasping lightly at his arm and all he can do for a moment is just stare down at him as his chest tightens.
Finally, he realizes he hasn't responded yet and nods, probably a little too eagerly, but Felix's eyes are already closed, "Okay."
His response ends up soft and quiet.
Moving slowly, he settles on the edge of Felix's bedroll so he can slowly shrug off his jacket before turning back to Felix.
"How are you feeling? Nothing too sore, right? No sharp pains?" He reaches out to put his hand on Felix's forehead. He knows Felix. And he knows he could easily be hiding injuries that are far worse than he's letting on. The one thing he wouldn't be able to hide is the potential fever developing from those injuries.
"M'fine," Felix mumbles, pulling his cloak closer around himself now that Sylvain's sitting down. Sylvain won't leave him. Right? Sylvain's the only one who never leaves him. "Just...tired. Need sleep."
He tries halfheartedly to push Sylvain's hand away from his head, but not quickly or effectively enough to stop Sylvain from confirming his suspicions; Felix's skin is much too hot to the touch.
Sylvain's gaze lingers on Felix's face, his closed eyes, just watching him inhale and exhale for a moment. He doesn't believe he's fine, but he also doesn't appear to be on the verge of death. It's a compromise, he guesses.
He won't call a healer, but he does toe at their supplies, eyes lighting up when he spots a water canteen. That'd work for now. Shifting a little, he snags a clean cloth. It looks like it'd been packed for armor and weapon maintenance but hadn't been used yet. He pours dampens it and settles in beside Felix, sitting with his back against the wall so Felix can use his legs as a pillow and guides him closer, delicately dabbing his forehead with the cool cloth.
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Date: 2022-03-29 07:18 am (UTC)Finally, he realizes he hasn't responded yet and nods, probably a little too eagerly, but Felix's eyes are already closed, "Okay."
His response ends up soft and quiet.
Moving slowly, he settles on the edge of Felix's bedroll so he can slowly shrug off his jacket before turning back to Felix.
"How are you feeling? Nothing too sore, right? No sharp pains?" He reaches out to put his hand on Felix's forehead. He knows Felix. And he knows he could easily be hiding injuries that are far worse than he's letting on. The one thing he wouldn't be able to hide is the potential fever developing from those injuries.
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Date: 2022-04-04 03:17 am (UTC)He tries halfheartedly to push Sylvain's hand away from his head, but not quickly or effectively enough to stop Sylvain from confirming his suspicions; Felix's skin is much too hot to the touch.
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Date: 2022-04-19 05:43 am (UTC)He won't call a healer, but he does toe at their supplies, eyes lighting up when he spots a water canteen. That'd work for now. Shifting a little, he snags a clean cloth. It looks like it'd been packed for armor and weapon maintenance but hadn't been used yet. He pours dampens it and settles in beside Felix, sitting with his back against the wall so Felix can use his legs as a pillow and guides him closer, delicately dabbing his forehead with the cool cloth.
"Sleep. I've got you, Fe."