"Shut up," Corbie said gently, tucking Mildmay back into bed. Her hand moved to his forehead. If only this fever would break. But maybe now that the ghost was gone, he'd be able to actually rest and heal.
She slipped into the bathroom to do what she'd intended before this all started, wetting a washcloth with cold water and wringing it out.
She came back a moment later and sat on the edge of the bed, folding up the washcloth and laying it on his brow.
It would be a lie to say that she felt nothing about what had just happened. She thought and felt a lot of things. But even if Mildmay was well enough to talk to her about it, she knew she wasn't ready. So she left it at, "I'm here. I don't hate you. We'll talk about it when you're better."
Re: Corbie & Mildmay (and Kolkhis)
She slipped into the bathroom to do what she'd intended before this all started, wetting a washcloth with cold water and wringing it out.
She came back a moment later and sat on the edge of the bed, folding up the washcloth and laying it on his brow.
It would be a lie to say that she felt nothing about what had just happened. She thought and felt a lot of things. But even if Mildmay was well enough to talk to her about it, she knew she wasn't ready. So she left it at, "I'm here. I don't hate you. We'll talk about it when you're better."