soluess

[soluess]

he squeezes back just barely, shifting a bit to try & get comfortable.

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

catsephone complains but she moves, nuzzling up against jess instead. abbot makes an ʼawʼing sound.

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

abbot digs around in his pouch to find some form of antihistamine for her, humming to himself.

beaver moves, agonisingly, to lay down on his stomach rather than his back, squeezing jessʼs hand tightly when catsephone climbs up onto his shoulders to lay down.

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

ʼmhmm.ʼ abbot agrees with a nod, ʼdo you want any medicine to help with the sickness, jess?ʼ

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

abbot nods towards the teensʼ hands, ʼyou had your eyes closed, beaverʼs dissociated out of his mind; yet you both found one anotherʼs hand to hold onto. truly, you two have a special relationship.ʼ

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

ey take her hand into eir own without thinking or realising it, still deeply dissociated. abbot snorts, shaking his head, ʼyou two are truly somethinʼ.ʼ

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

badger runs her fingers through jessʼs hair gently as she listens to abbot, intensely intrigued in their conversation

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

abbot returns a little bit later, very carefully & gently getting beaverʼs attention to give him the lethe before letting him go back to petting catsephone whilst abbot sits down to read to badger, their conversation diverging to discussing his dyslexia.

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

ʼthank youuuu.ʼ he pecks their cheek before he zooms down the hall back to the kids.

“tilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan—ʼ —abbot

Tilan rubs their forehead, “Yes, dear?”

[soluess]

abbot nods, ʼokay, um... iʼll give this small bit to him & then get some more later or tomorrow, probably later if you could remind me?ʼ

“tilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan—ʼ —abbot

Tilan rubs their forehead, “Yes, dear?”

[soluess]

ʼyouʼre also, usually, the primary user of it so.ʼ he shrugs, pulling the lethe out of his small pouch, cursing when he sees how little there is. ʼhowʼs your pain doing?ʼ

“tilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan—ʼ —abbot

Tilan rubs their forehead, “Yes, dear?”

[soluess]

ʼhi.ʼ abbot grins & pecks their lips, ʼdo you mind if i give beaver a bit of your lethe?ʼ

“tilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan—ʼ —abbot

Tilan rubs their forehead, “Yes, dear?”

[soluess]

abbot finishes helping beaver & leaves the room to find tilan to ask if they're alright with him giving beaver a small dose of their lethe to help with the pain, who is now sat up with catsephone in eir lap, petting the kitty quietly whilst ey dissociate from the pain.

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

badger rests her chin atop of jessʼs head, fingers brushing through her hair gently, watching abbot very carefully helping beaver sit up to change his bandages.

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

abbot smiles sympathetically & hands her the tissue box, nodding, “itʼll be worse up until maybe a few days before you actually give birth, unfortunately. weʼll be around to help, though.”

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

both abbot & badger move to help her sit up, badger holding her & abbot grabs a bowl for her to vomit into whilst badger runs her back gently.

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.

[soluess]

badger squeezes jessʼs hand gently, telling her about a book she's been reading for the past two weeks about a game called ʼdungeons & dragonsʼ, explaining its history & her own ideas for a campaign. she doesn't even realise abbot had entered with a tray of snacks & water in bottles.

abbot doesn't interrupt badger in the middle of her info-dump, only making himself known when she's paused mid-ramble to think with a small cough, letting badger continue whilst he sets down the snacks & water in a safe place & asks questions to keep her going. again, when she pauses, abbot asks, “catsephone is looking for you two. do you think her coming in would be a good idea if she's kept out of the way?”

—𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 (𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫) × 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

ʼbeaverʼ had been ignoring the stiffness in his knees again, first the left & then the right. he had figured that it was just the normal kind of stiffness in the morning, despite it making it more difficult to accomplish tasks for his lover. the pain had sprung up as well but again ʼbeaverʼ had ignored it — even when it had started bothering him & making walking difficult & started bothering his sleep (which wasn't hard to do he's a rather fitful sleeper).

when that familiar stinging started in eir shoulders rather than the usual numbness that made em feel like half a man or one of those corpses from back there who had their scapulas stolen for sacrifices, like eir shoulders were.. stolen? it was difficult to describe. at some point the stinging had begun burning, & the stiffness started going from an annoying ache to a pain whenever ey moved.

needless to say he's very glad that mr sleep very nicely let himself & jess have a room with a soft place to sleep because he practically collapses into it once he & jess had arrived to the room. it doesn't help the pain but it feels nice.