Refuge in a Blanket
When: night
Where: a bit away from the campfire
Rating: PG
As the day had progressed, Delilah hadn't really improved. She hadn't done much, trying to let her body rest, but it was hard when doing that made her feel so useless. She'd held onto Helena's blanket for as long as she felt all right doing so, then had left it neatly folded where she'd picked it up from. The other woman herself didn't sound so good at the meeting they had. She'd stuck close to the fire as much as possible, hardly awake and aware of anything except how crappy she felt.
Then night had fallen, and the temperature dropped even more. She'd tried laying on the ground, and that just ... no, that wasn't going to work. Fever-achey, Delilah got up and started to wander among the people settling in for the night, until she saw a familiar head poking out from under a blanket. Arms crossed over her stomach, goosebumps all over her bare legs, Delilah stopped and bent down a bit. "Rook?" she said quietly.
Apparently, Rook was going to be out of commission for a while. Sleep tugged at him, but his mind was running at a hundred miles an hour. What did this new leadership mean? There was something innately wrong with this whole situation and it made him sick to his stomach... or it could just be the grazer kebab rising from the ashes like a phoenix and determined to gain revenge for itself.
( You're freezing. )