Ilyana snorts and rolls her eyes. "Ugh. So silly." As the door closes, though, her face breaks into a radiant and indulgent smile. She shakes her head and sets about preparing dinner.
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"Taisper, my sweet, are you sure it's a good idea to read? Won't that make your headache worse?" Ilyana loves her husband dearly, but knows he doesn't have a lick of common sense. That's what growing up a "golden boy" in a city like Alkenstar will do to you. She thinks. Then, more charitably; Well, and also growing up with a bad head being made worse by a bunch of horrible church men and women...
"Well, more like 'step carefully', but yes." she laughs back at him.
"Hush, you." she cuts him off with a finger pressed against his lips. "I've been raising him this long, I can handle things. You should rest. Go lay down. Or go for a swim, something to get blood flowing and cool you off. You're on fire." She presses the back of her hand to his forehead. Taisper doesn't feel feverish, necessarily, but his skin has the ashen shiny quality of those with the flu or similar ailments.
"Well, there they go. Are you...are you sure you're going to stay?" Ilyana is looking out the window of her -- their -- house near the town center. She could see the founders as they made their way out of Newhaven towards some new adventure or other. She gazes at her husband, who is playing quietly with Nicholas Jr. on the floor. He turns to answer her and she sees he is ash-white and beads of sweat dot his head. She inhales sharply. Again. Oh goodness. In just a few quick steps, Ilyana strides over to where they are and scoops up her son. "Time for you to study, Nicholas. You wouldn't want to disappoint Uncle Verik, now, would you?"
After partially closing the door to her son's room, the former frontierswoman walks over to her husband and sits down on the floor next to him. Pulling a kerchief out of her apron pocket, she reaches up and dabs at his brow. "Another headache?" she asks softly. |