[luceti]written; backdated to the 17th

[reviling]

First; Anyone experienced with carpentry or building small structures, respond here. I have a small project for you if you're so inclined. We can work out a deal if necessary.

Second; If you expected to meet with me today or tomorrow, consider our plans cancelled unless you wish to suffer from an upper respiratory infection.


[Filtered 85% to: Jean, Marco, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Farlan, Petra, Hange, Erwin]

All Cadets: We'll be establishing a training schedule at the end of the week. Consider this some extra free time to become familiar with the area and check in with Erwin if you learn something that seems important.

Hange: This is your fault.


[action; Levi woke up this morning with the full force of a cold which is likely the direct result of being dragged into a fountain of cold water thanks to Hange when she first arrived (or so he assumes). He's hacking up a lung and generally crankier than usual and staying in bed for the next two days drinking tea and sleeping and probably not going to be the most pleasant person to interact with, so approach at your own risk.]

Comments

[petreefied]

[While he may be sick, he's still a big boy and can make his own decisions for soup.] Do you mind if I use your pantry to make it?

[She'll go shopping afterwards, anyway, but just in case. She'll move to take the glass of water from him, taking a moment to check the temperature of the tea still on the nigthstand. If that's cold or less than half full, she'll take that, as well.]

Did Commander make this for you?

[reviling]

[Thanks, you're a pal.] No.

[it's less than half full, still with a bit of warmth, though cooling. Levi opens his mouth to answer, but ends up coughing instead. He turns away from her until it's finished.]

fuck-- yeah, he did.

[will you make him more plz]

[petreefied]

[Petra will make Captain as much tea as he wants, regardless of whether or not he's sick.]

That's good of him. Do you want me to make the same kind?

[Simple questions, basic questions he can answer with a nod or a shake of his head. The less he talks, the better.]

[reviling]

Sure.

[he wants a lot of tea right now, Petra. He also can't help talking, though sometimes just breathing seems to send him into fits of coughing. Levi takes a few more sips of the tea before putting it down and laying back. He moves between too warm and too cold. Right now, he feels quite warm, perspiration starting to stick to his skin.]

[petreefied]

[She nods, taking a careful look at him before taking the dishes away with her into the kitchen. The water will take time to boil, and if she's going to make soup, she'll need to at least take inventory of what they had in the pantry. She's not gone for long, though, returning with a fresh glass of water, a small bowl, and a washcloth in hand. She sets the glass and bowl on the nightstand before sitting beside him on the bed, dipping the cloth in the bowl of water and wringing it out before dabbing his forehead with the damp cloth.]

I started the kettle, it'll be ready soon. I'll start the soup soon, too.

[reviling]

[Levi closes his eyes against the coolness of the cloth. His head feels foggy, and it's getting harder to concentrate on any one thought. Petra, what she's saying, the heavy feeling in his chest and lungs, the dampness at his forehead - they're all sort of fuzzing together.

He exhales, feeling congestion in his chest.]

Thankss...

[Levi turns a little, hand seeking out the water she'd brought.]

[petreefied]

It's nothing, sir. Just focus on getting better. [She'll set the cloth on her lap for a moment to hand him the glass, taking care to make sure he has a good grasp on it before letting him have it. It wouldn't do either of them any good if he spilled it on himself or knocked it off the table on accident.]

Do you need any more medicine? I can bring it in when I get the tea.

[reviling]

[he manages to drink some of the water, and it soothes his throat temporarily. Finished, he shudders back into the pillows and blankets. Levi tries to force his eyes to focus on her face, but everything is fuzzy. Oh- she'd asked him something. Yes...no...yes...what...did she want to hear?]

ss...yes...

[petreefied]

[Well, that's not exactly what Petra wanted to hear. She can ask Erwin later for more information. For now, though, she takes the glass from him and set it back on the nightstand, wetting the cloth again before wiping the rest of his face off]

Captain, you look tired. I'll leave you alone in a moment.

[She smiles at him, trying to be soothing. There wasn't any point in bothering him with questions, not when he was like this.]

[reviling]

Petra...

[He trails off, not sure why he'd said her name. He'd had a reason a moment ago...what had that been?

Alone. Well, no, he doesn't really want to be alone. He's been left alone before because of his own stupid decisions, and then again through decisions he hadn't made. He's spent enough time alone.]

stay.

[petreefied]

Captain, [She says, not sure what to say in reply to that. Instead, she reaches to brush his bangs from his eyes before gently wiping the cloth over his forehead again. He was only being like this because he was sick, right?]

I'll have to go to the kitchen to get the tea when the kettle boils, but I'll come back when your tea is ready and stay with you until you fall asleep. Is that okay?

[reviling]

[probably, most likely - he can't really tell right now, but he'll go with that as an excuse. A fever, really. The cloth seems to settle him a little, closing his eyes at the brief relief it brings pressed coolly to his forehead.]

Fine...

[petreefied]

[As if on cue, the kettle whistles shrilly. Petra quickly pulls the cloth back and wets it again before laying it across Levi's forehead, waiting a moment to make sure it stays in place. When she's satisfied it won't fall in his lap, she rises to stand, impulsively reaching to touch his cheek for a brief second.]

I'll be back, I promise.

[She leaves quickly, not wanting to give him a chance to worry or protest. It doesn't take long to set up the tea, having set out everything when she was in the kitchen earlier. She moves briskly and efficiently, and she returns relatively quickly, carefully setting the cup of tea on the nightstand.]

It's still too hot to drink, but it'll be ready in a few minutes.

[Normally, she'd let it cool down before presenting it, but she doesn't want to leave him alone like this, not when he's already asked to to stay with him.]

[reviling]

[she'll be back, and logically he understands, but there's a strange panic that seems to fill his chest slowly as he watches her leave, as though if she does leave, he won't see her again.

Ever again.

But by the time he manages to be worried enough to cry out, she returns, and the strange feeling dissipates.

Everything seems hazier around her though, even moreso than before.]

Petra...tell Erd...he's in charge while I'm sick...

[petreefied]

Eld? [It comes out as a high pitched squeak, her cheerful expression falling immediately. That was a name she hadn't wanted to speak of since arriving, since realizing that they hadn't followed her here. It was much too bitter to think of him, all of them. Why was he suddenly bringing that up?]

I'll be sure to tell him that, sir. [Petra's proud of herself for keeping her tone even, not choking on her words and putting on her bright expression again. She can only hope he drops the subject; she doesn't know how long she can play along, and it couldn't be good for his health if she reminded him, however gently, of what had happened in the forest.] Just focus on taking care of yourself, and we'll take care of everything else in the meanwhile, okay?

[reviling]

[an unfortunate thing, a fever. He can't seem to remember things clearly, or rather that things that would have seemed normal at one point but now are not, aren't registering properly. Levi can't see how she struggles, his usually strong sensitivities to the subtle non-verbal cues of others dulled by his illness.

He closes his eyes, seemingly content, and seems to relax a little more.]

Thankss...

[petreefied]

[Petra's glad of that--had he been more coherent, he could have easily called her out on any lie she could have concocted. Though if he was more coherent, she wouldn't need to make up stories about dead comrades.]

Of course, sir. I'll stay with you a little longer, but I'll find him in a bit.

[Her fingers clench in her lap, but she'll watch him closely, that content expression pulling at her heart. It wasn't often that she got to see this kind of face, and even if it meant talking about the others, she'd rather see him like this than the way he looked when he had called her name earlier.]