His symptoms were getting progressively worse, and she didn't know what to do. She was doing alright at keeping his fever on the lower side for the day, but it was a big struggle. He was sweating over his entire body, but shivering as his body attempted to cool itself down. She figured that he needed to be as cool as possible, and since they didn't have an ice bath at their disposal, she did everything she could to make up for it. She had him strip, discarding his damp clothes into the corner. She let him have a thin sheet, but even then she was hesitant. He was sweating through the sheet.<br/><br/>As the night dragged on, he wasn't getting better, he was only getting worse. Her worry grew throughout the day, and it didn't settle when the night rolled around. It didn't settle when she had finished the day and settled in bed next to him. His breathing was a little labored at this point, the color drained from his face. She wasn't sure what else was in store, but she'd be by his side until the end of time, that she knew. When he tiredly accepted her offer to sing, she just smiled softly. She had no idea why she offered, she wan't really good at it, she just offered something that helped her in her childhood, maybe it could help him.<br/><br/>When he scooted close against her, she reached over and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, his cheeks red from the temperature. "Just give me one second." She slowly climbed out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. She just needed something to help him cool down, but they had literally nothing that would help him in this instance. She sighed when she couldn't find anything, deciding to just wet a cloth with cool water. She run the worn down fabric out into the sink before walking back and climbing back in bed. She sat up against the wall, letting him lean against her. She just wanted to soothe him, his pain was growing, and her heart was breaking for him.<br/><br/>She gently pressed the cloth to his forehead, dabbing his clammy skin to try and bring some ease from the heat. She wasn't sure what else she could do to make her comfortable, so she just heeded his request. "Okay, okay but you can't judge me. It's a Disney song that my moms mom sang to her when she couldn't sleep. And I suck at singing, so no judgement." She laughed softly. She hadn't sung it since her sister died, but she did sing it for her. It wasn't a notable song to many, but it was to her. She took a deep breath, leaning down and placing a kiss to his forehead before sitting back up. She scooted down a little so she was a little more level with him, offering him a shy smile, taking a deep breath.<br/><br/><i>All those days watching from the windows<br/>
All those years outside looking in<br/>
All that time never even knowing<br/>
Just how blind I've been<br/>
Now I'm here blinking in the starlight<br/>
Now I'm here suddenly I see<br/>
Standing here it's all so clear<br/>
I'm where I'm meant to be<br/>
<br/>
And at last I see the light<br/>
And it's like the fog has lifted<br/>
And at last I see the light<br/>
And it's like the sky is new<br/>
And it's warm and real and bright<br/>
And the world has somehow shifted<br/>
All at once everything looks different<br/>
Now that I see you<br/>
</i><br/>She sung it softly, barely above a whisper. It wasn't much, but it was something. Anything that could distract him was a win for her. She glanced over to him, hoping to see his eyes closed and his body relaxed, but of course that wasn't the case. She knew getting him to sleep would be a task, but there's no harm in hoping, right?<br/><br/>"It's not a lullaby, but I still like it." She laughed softly, leaning her head on her arm, facing him. His eyes were soft, boring into hers with a gentle gaze. She could see how tired he was, how uncomfortable he was, she didn't have much in the way to comfort him. Her eyes flickered over his nearly bare form, an unreadable expression on her face. She wanted to be that person for him, one that could lay in bed with him ad lazily trace shaped on his bare back, or peppering comforting kisses across his skin, but even being this close to him while being as vulnerable as he was sparked a little bit of anxiety in her. She'd seen him shirtless times before, but she was never this close to him. She was never able to reach out and touch him, he was just changing, or hot, or anything really. When she changed his clothes she was still doing it for him, their relationship didn't cross her mind as she did it.<br/><br/>She decided the only way to ever achieve that would be to push her boundaries, so she reached out ad gently rested her hand on his chest, running it across his damp and shiny skin in a comforting fashion. She watched her hand, her fingers dancing across the dips and ridges of his chest, not meeting his eyes. She didn't know how she'd react if she did in fact look up. Her hand trailed lower, tracing the outlines of the muscles in his torso, a soft breath leaving her mouth as she relaxed. Her touch was light as a feather, barely even considered a touch as she let the tips of her fingers explore his body. The moonlight highlighted his upper body in a beautiful way, and she was almost hypnotized by the sheer elegance of him. As she traced his torso, she came across a few nicks and scars here and there, nothing too notable, except for the one that sat above his right up. His only layer sat low enough so she could see the burn mark across his hip, and she daringly traced around it. Daring for her, she doubted he cared too much.<br/><br/>She continued that was for quite a few minutes, tracing his skin, memorizing the way it felt, where the dips and ridges were, everything. She had all the time in the world, and she took the time to remember...him. She eventually looked back up to him, knowing he wasn't asleep, she could feel his eyes on her. She flickered her eyes over him, biting her lip, battling in her head. She wanted to push her boundaries, even if she wouldn't make it that far. But most of all, she just wanted to distract him from the pain. Two birds with one stone, right?<br/><br/>She leaned up and gently pressed her lips to his, shifting so she could hold the side of his face. She could feel the sweat as she touched his skin, but she didn't care. She just wanted a little more of him right now. She ran her tongue along his lower lip, deepening their kiss to the intensity of the one they shared in the cabin. Her hand gently trailed down and rested against his chest instead, going a little further gaining a little more courage and softly biting his lip. They continued their passionate kisses for a few minutes, her hand trailing back and forth across his skin. To her surprise, he gathered the strength to prop himself up and lean over her, and she smiled softly when he did, kissing his jaw a few times before returning her attention to his soft lips. They were so soft, a lot softer than she would expect out here in the heat of the wilds.<br/><br/>She reveled in the sudden burst of confidence she got as he held his body over her, and she felt the pressing anxiety in her chest begin to settle as they continued. She was good where they were, one of her hands in his hair and the other gently holding his arm, but her heart rate picked up a little when he ran his hands across her figure. It took her by surprise and she broke for a little air, but she actually got use to it after a moment, it was bearable., it was very, very enjoyable She smiled in relief to herself, placing a lingering kiss under his jaw with a small laugh, pulling back and looking up to him. She could tell his mind was taken off his pain, and she wanted to keep it that way. She was happy with the progress she was making, how she felt comfortable underneath him. She didn't want to stop. She leaned up and placed a heated kiss to his lips, their movements in sync with on another.<br/><br/>There wasn't anything she could think or say to describe what she felt right now, it was just pure joy. Unfortunately, however, all good things come to an end. And this end was the moment that Arcs fingers wrapped around the hem of her shirt. She pulled back, gently placing a hand on his wrist to stop his actions. He didn't do anything wrong, and she was beyond elated to experiment as they did, but it looked like she had found her limit for now. Their session was appreciated and very, very enjoyed, but she just wasn't ready to go further. Her chest heaved and she sighed, looking up to him and pressing a final small kiss to his lips. "I'm sorry." She shook her head at herself, falling back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. She knew he wanted it, she wanted it to, but her body and mind were on two separate agendas. "I still liked it." She giggled softly, hiding her frustration.