Victor
When the impromptu towel swept her tears, it was met with a few jerks away. When she was suddenly lifted off the ground, pried from the cool breeze flowing in the room; Something she desperately needed else she'll throw up again.

Pyetra hasn't the strength to fight against it, however. Being carried like a child.. It was weird. The magus is still a few inches taller than the Treton, yet she barely weighed a single brick on Yakaiyo's arms. Feeling the warmth irradiating from the Treton's chest, heart beating faintly.. It brought an odd comfort to her. 

Their short-trek coming to an end, Pyetra suddenly rolling out of Yakaiyo's arms then onto the cushions. Through some miracle it was left unstained by their earlier procedure, remaining a clean white on its fabric. A huff escaped her lips, the foul smell of vomit opts her to keep it shut for the meanwhile. 

With legs tucked back on her chest, a flush of red enveloped her cheeks. Head turned down hiding away while the Treton brushed her tousled silver hair.
Judy
*It was both awkward and comforting. Pyetra was taller than she was, yet she was easily picked up and now being comforted like a child. Like a large child.*

*Her delicate fingers would continue to move through the magus's hair, picking up her head and letting it rest on her lap. How the tables had turned. Yakaiyo had went from begging Pyetra to help her, and was now comforting her from sickness. The macen can hear the widow humming, in what seems to be a song, and soon she hears it.*

"Ni wen wo ai ni you duo shen
Wo ai ni you ji fen

Wo de qing ye zhen
Wo de ai ye zhen
Yue liang dai biao wo de xin..."
Victor
The sweet lullaby lulled the young magus to a rest, her head set comfy atop Yakaiyo's lap with no protest. What was once the Macen tending to the Treton with reluctance, laid a quiet girl who longed for such comfort. 

Today was a strange event. Having arrived and was met by a woman with an arrow sticking out of her leg, needing to escape the narrow alleyways with the threat of *Whatever* Was chasing them, and tearing out said barb.. Very graphically. 

Whatever plagued her mind then was buried by a long-deserved nap. Her breathing slowed, and her eyes tucked close. To a dream, she went.

A hand softly grasped Yakaiyo's own.
Judy
"Ni qu xiang yi xiang
Ni qu kan yi kan
Yue liang dai biao wo de xin"

*Yakaiyo's normally dead expression turns upward into a smile as she feels Pyetra grasp her hand. Memories flooded her mind, once again giving the treton the need to care, tears forming ever so slightly in the corners of her eyes. Those memories were lost forever. She could never experience it again. But the fact that it happened made her somewhat glad of her decisions. Maybe, just maybe, she could have something like them again. Perhaps with Pyetra. Those were her last thoughts as she finished the song that her husband had always sung to her, and fell asleep.*