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[dawnwillcome]

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[dawnwillcome]

[There he goes with that sweetness thing again. Jove smiles and gives him a gentle hug, pleased she could do something to make him feel better.]

You're out of reach for me to kiss your forehead, so this is the least I can do.

[serves]

[The contact helps. It's surprising. He's dealt with this alone for so long that the idea of letting someone else be right here for even the tail end of an episode is absurd, but Jove is helping more than a dark room ever could.

He opens his eyes to look up at her.]

Stay with me.

[It's almost a question, almost a plead.]

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[She's a bit surprised he would ask, but not for the reason he probably expects.]

I hadn't intended to leave any time soon, Cullen.

[serves]

[He exhales, relaxing a little. He doesn't want to be alone, not anymore.]

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Did you really think after wanting to come here hours ago I wouldn't want to be here now?

[serves]

I don't know. [He really doesn't. When he has his bad days, his mental state quickly follows and he's not too sure of anything.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She wasn't exaggerating when she said he was too far away for her to kiss, but she wishes he wasn't now. All she can do is tighten her arms around him protectively.]

I'd check on you every day and visit for as long as you could stand having me here. You can rely on me, Cullen, and it has nothing to do with me being your Inquisitor.

[serves]

[There's that self-depreciating smile again.]

Dare I ask what it is?

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I would hope you wouldn't have to.

[serves]

[He's quiet because he's a big weenie when it comes to things like this, or maybe he's just resting. Still, one of his hands finds hers to hold.]

[dawnwillcome]

[Either way it isn't a thing she'll press, not when he's already had a rough day. Possibly she wouldn't even on his best day, but that's neither here nor there.

She links their fingers and gives his hand a gentle squeeze, though.]

Do you think you might be up to eating something?

[serves]

I... I'm not sure.

[He really doesn't want to wretch in front of her.]

[dawnwillcome]

The broth is quite mild and you really should try to eat something.

[She's just about positive he hasn't had anything at all to eat today.]

[serves]

[She's right. And he's not one to argue right now.]

I'll try.

[dawnwillcome]

[And yet he hasn't moved. With a fond smile she runs her hand through his hair again.]

You'll have to let me up so I can get it for you.

[serves]

That's not the way to get me up. [It's almost a groan, but he rolls off of her.]

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You won't have to go too far, I promise.

[It's hardly even a foot of space, really, but even so she feels for him for having to move at all. Poor sick Commander.

She's careful as she helps him settle back, propping a pillow behind his head before she slips out of the bed.]

[serves]

[He wants her back the moment she leaves.]

Thank you. For everything you've done today.

[dawnwillcome]

There's something you and Fenris have in common. You both thank me for doing things any decent person would do.

[It's really quite sad, in a way. She'd like to think there would be more people out there who help those who need help, but if it comes down to her and her alone there really isn't much she can do about it.

When she retrieves the broth she finds the container is still nice and warm, the perfect temperature to be soothing and still easy to eat. After removing the top, she comes back to him and holds the bowl out.]

Just try a sip to start and we'll go from there.

[serves]

[His brow furrows as he reaches for the container, but the act of lifting his arms makes his hands tremble. Down they go before even touching her fingers.]

If I can get that far.

[Someone's looking frustrated.]

[dawnwillcome]

[She moves a little closer to him, one hand reaching out to cup his cheek and turn his face towards her.]

I'm here to help you, Cullen, so just relax and let me do that. Here.

[She brings the bowl up to his mouth herself, setting the rim of it against his lower lip and tipping it just enough that all Cullen will have to do is bow his head a little.]

[serves]

[He leans into her touch before taking a small sip. It's warm and feels good against his tongue, but that's about it. He's too busy not looking at her and trying to not feel as weak as his body is.]

[dawnwillcome]

[True to her word, she only lets him have one sip before she's taking the bowl away and setting it aside.]

We'll see how that settles in your stomach and try for another sip in a few minutes.

[serves]

[In the meantime, he settles back down against the pillows. After pushing his unruly hair back, he sets his hand down on the bed, palm up.

He'd really just like to hold on to her.]

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[She settles down beside him, slipping her hand into his as she looks him over.]

I wish you didn't hate me seeing you this way so much. I don't think less of you in any way, Cullen.