"No, it's not," she agrees. They needed the rest. He can snarl at her, but that doesn't change the truth of it.
It worries her that Carver hasn't stirred, though. And that Freya hasn't been agitating for her breakfast, that she's chosen to stay curled up around Carver instead.
She steps closer, frowning. Carver looks so pale. And she worries that he's got a fever, that something's infected, that she should have insisted on checking him closer.
"Is he running a fever?" she asks softly. They'll have to take him to a corpsman if he is, there's no way around it.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-06-19 12:16 am (UTC)It worries her that Carver hasn't stirred, though. And that Freya hasn't been agitating for her breakfast, that she's chosen to stay curled up around Carver instead.
She steps closer, frowning. Carver looks so pale. And she worries that he's got a fever, that something's infected, that she should have insisted on checking him closer.
"Is he running a fever?" she asks softly. They'll have to take him to a corpsman if he is, there's no way around it.