<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Sig was watching Blue help get some food to Eivind when he'd realized his own hunger. Maybe the human didn't, but he too needed to eat and drink something. They'd run themselves ragged that day and still Blue was fretting, wanting to do more. Sig was picking up the mess and discarding the trash. Blue had asked if he was staying and Sig nodded a 'yes'. After all they'd gone through he wanted to be around should Blue need help with something, and in this case, it seemed he needed help feeding himself. The smaller wolf went behind Blue in the kitchen to eat something more substantial than just soup. He made them grilled cheese to go along with the soup and sat down on the floor with Blue, the three of them eating slowly. Eivind proved interested in the grilled cheese as well and ended up finishing half of it with Blue before putting his hand up weakly in surrender. He didn't want to puke again but he was obviously hungry. Alaric had gotten quite a bit of fluid into him so that wasn't as pressing of an issue and he'd be back in the morning to give him more. Eivind, of course, pulled out the line the first chance he was able and tossed it into the floor. It was an annoyance.<br/>
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Eivind tried to sit up once his stomach had settled some, ready to get himself up the stairs, Blue tempting him with his body. His head was spinning but he wanted to be clean and comfortable, and to have Blue laid up against him. Not covered in sweat and smelling like sickness. While he wanted to be on his feet on his own that was obviously not in his cards, but Blue and Sig were there to help get him up the stairs. They get him into the tub, and instead of following the request for Sig to go get a stool he got in with both of them inside, not even hesitating.<br/>
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“Sig, get out,” Eivind growled, facing Blue.<br/>
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“You're both tired. We're going to get this done as quickly as possible so you and Blue can get some rest. Don't,” Sig said in irritation, ignoring the wolf's grumpy protests. They were nothing he hadn't heard before. He worked with Blue to get Eivind scrubbed down. The weakened wolf had no choice but to hold on to Blue to keep himself supported but that meant he wasn't swatting at Sig. He simply heaved a sigh and gave up, eventually hanging his head against Blue's shoulder.<br/>
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“You'll feel better once you're not covered in filth and can climb into your own clean bed,” Sig said, uncovering more scrapes as the grime started to swirl down the drain. They checked to make sure nothing else needed attention, but the worst of it was definitely the festering hole in Eivind's thigh. Sig avoided the area beyond rinsing, Eivind resting his weight on his good leg, ready for them to be done so he could be alone with Blue. He was more patient about it than usual, either because he was forced to endure or it he'd simply gotten more used to Sig.</span></span>