[Confusion becomes more and more apparent on Rey's face the more Quentin talks. There's a delayed turn of her head to look at the bag that has all the items he's brought over. His words only half make sense. He wanted her to wrap herself up in a blanket, and something about reading (studying? Was he here for a studying session?). But what sticks out the most was Finn.
Finn sent him.
There was a minor roll of her eyes, a bad idea as it's made her headache worse, but she doesn't out right tell Quentin that Finn was wrong. No, no, the words need to be formed first.]
There's nothing to be worried about. [Certainly not the bags under her eyes. How messy her hair was in it's low bun, or that she hasn't bothered to change out of her lounge pants or long sleeve shirt. Side note, she had no idea how it could be both hot and cold at the same time. Probably magic. Damn magic, maybe it was a test for her to figure out, and once she had, then her headache would go away.
Or maybe that was the fever talking.] I'm fine--! [Her voice cracks there, lack of fluids. She needs something heftier than water, but she wasn't in the mood to make tea or coffee. Water would be fine. It would fill her up--and maybe her stomach would stop being such a pain--
Or maybe that was hunger pains? Regardless, she's felt worse.
Rey turned her head away from Quentin, closing her eyes momentarily to keep the throbbing behind them down. Normally she would be touched that he came by to visit her, but now wasn't a good time. When she finally felt like the pain wasn't going to make her eyes water, she opened her eyes again to look at Quentin.]
Finn worries, and he doesn't have to--and if I wasn't fine, which I'm not, I wouldn't want you to get what I have. So, I'm fine. I just need to study. [Same words she gave Finn, but maybe Quentin would be able to knock some sense into Rey...
Or maybe he would walk past her and into her room. In her weakened state, she would be pretty easy to knock down.]
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Date: 2022-03-23 10:49 pm (UTC)Finn sent him.
There was a minor roll of her eyes, a bad idea as it's made her headache worse, but she doesn't out right tell Quentin that Finn was wrong. No, no, the words need to be formed first.]
There's nothing to be worried about. [Certainly not the bags under her eyes. How messy her hair was in it's low bun, or that she hasn't bothered to change out of her lounge pants or long sleeve shirt. Side note, she had no idea how it could be both hot and cold at the same time. Probably magic. Damn magic, maybe it was a test for her to figure out, and once she had, then her headache would go away.
Or maybe that was the fever talking.] I'm fine--! [Her voice cracks there, lack of fluids. She needs something heftier than water, but she wasn't in the mood to make tea or coffee. Water would be fine. It would fill her up--and maybe her stomach would stop being such a pain--
Or maybe that was hunger pains? Regardless, she's felt worse.
Rey turned her head away from Quentin, closing her eyes momentarily to keep the throbbing behind them down. Normally she would be touched that he came by to visit her, but now wasn't a good time. When she finally felt like the pain wasn't going to make her eyes water, she opened her eyes again to look at Quentin.]
Finn worries, and he doesn't have to--and if I wasn't fine, which I'm not, I wouldn't want you to get what I have. So, I'm fine. I just need to study. [Same words she gave Finn, but maybe Quentin would be able to knock some sense into Rey...
Or maybe he would walk past her and into her room. In her weakened state, she would be pretty easy to knock down.]