Who: Fever, Helena, and those threading with them What:January non-event things. When: All month. Where: Across the isle. Warning(s): To be noted in threads individually
A moment passes where Fever can only breathe, feeling grief grow in her, take up space - she has to swallow to keep talking, throat gone tight. This moment feels, for all its pain, safe. Safe enough for something like that to happen.
"...I'm not alone all the time. Phil's here often enough. He'll understand."
Helping him doesn't fall under the banner of work. If anything, it'll be the one way her mind won't sink and collapse on itself - knowing she is in company that does not ask her to be well and given some kind of task.
"But when he's not, I would appreciate your company. If I could come see you."
Anzu looks visibly relieved to hear that Fever has not really been alone. He smiles at Fever — the expression does not linger on his face, but for all its briefness, it is as kind and genuine as ever.
"We'll keep thee company, darling, as best we can," he says. "Of course we will. And ... ah. Thou'rt welcome to accompany me back to ours. Lyubov will be glad to see thee."
"Well, dearest, thou'rt welcome to have no real plans for the day by ours," Anzu says, gently. "I'll call Leyb, ask him to put the kettle on. But thou'rt perfectly welcome to sit and read and pay us not no mind. I just, ah ..." he's the one who trails off this time, but after a moment or two, he finds the words, "I'd rather not leave a mourner alone, especially not a friend."
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"...I'm not alone all the time. Phil's here often enough. He'll understand."
Helping him doesn't fall under the banner of work. If anything, it'll be the one way her mind won't sink and collapse on itself - knowing she is in company that does not ask her to be well and given some kind of task.
"But when he's not, I would appreciate your company. If I could come see you."
Lyubov too, if she's there.
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Anzu looks visibly relieved to hear that Fever has not really been alone. He smiles at Fever — the expression does not linger on his face, but for all its briefness, it is as kind and genuine as ever.
"We'll keep thee company, darling, as best we can," he says. "Of course we will. And ... ah. Thou'rt welcome to accompany me back to ours. Lyubov will be glad to see thee."
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"I'd like that very much. I didn't exactly have plans for the rest of the day or anything. Just..."
Fever trails off, uncertain of how to continue her sentence.
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"Well, dearest, thou'rt welcome to have no real plans for the day by ours," Anzu says, gently. "I'll call Leyb, ask him to put the kettle on. But thou'rt perfectly welcome to sit and read and pay us not no mind. I just, ah ..." he's the one who trails off this time, but after a moment or two, he finds the words, "I'd rather not leave a mourner alone, especially not a friend."