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Bottle bottle bottle. The bottle wasn't as warm as she'd liked, perhaps, but it was still good. Very good. But nothing quite distracted her like the mention of mommy and daddy- immediately she looked up, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open just a little bit.

Drop the bottle to hug mommy and daddy? But the bottle was good, though she missed mommy and daddy.

But the lady picked her up again. She hated that. She wasn't mommy!

Letting out a little cry of disdain and whining as Lyre took her downstairs, all until she saw two very familiar figures. The bottle forgotten, Vah dropped it and opened her arms wide, flailing as she let out a joyful peal of laughter at the familiar sight of two brown wings and her mother's dark hair.

She may not have been able to speak, but the laughter said it all. After a moment, she looked up at Lyre, and immediately started to squirm again.

Hooray, mommy and daddy! Now let me go, kitty lady!

Amelia rubbed the back of her neck, thinking of their brief battle. "I managed to get the upper hand," she started, her voice getting hesitant as she remembered the (literally) explosive end of their match, "but then he used one his tomes to summon this... construct, I suppose, of elder magic... it was shaped like a Mogall, second-scariest thing I've ever freaking seen..." Amelia briefly thought of that incident at the end of Christmas and the booming voice in her thoughts, and audibly shivered. "But in the end, I think... he got enough control that he set that attack on him instead. Exploded that negative space and got us down to the ground, somehow..."

Amelia pushed her hair off of her face, exhaustion slowly catching up to her. Maybe it was from seeing Rhys laying in his bed, just reminding her body that she was pushing herself too hard now. "I hope he's all right... that little idiot..."

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Siegell gently set Nils down at his request and gently slid his arm around Ninian's back, leaning on her just a bit. "Heh," he murmured. "I'll be okay, just a little tired, 's all." He smiled to himself a bit-- she was warm, and it was nice. He was pleased.


And Tibarn was busily taking his daughter from Lyre. Screw being tired, there was nothing in the world that would separate him from the little bundle in his arms. He cooed softly, kissing her cheek and letting his hair sweep around her, tickling her belly and face and neck.

Amelia yawned behind her hand, eyes growing a little heavy. That bed of his looked really nice, but she kept herself looking aware as he spoke up, voice taking on more than a hint of frustration.

"One of these days, Amelia, remind me to start training again, with or without you. Seriously, we're with a centuries-old-Bishop, a freaking Hawk King, said Hawk King's wife, a Druid who has fought dragons... hell, even NILS is passing us with that Dragonstone! NILS!"

Amelia laughed weakly. "Yeah... I suppose me surviving is just a testament to, well, the fact that I was able to progress to the strength of a General, but I need to train, too, if I keep narrowly avoiding death like this..." She ran her hand through her hair again to rub her palm against her eyes. A nap. Just a nap, then she'd be fine. Right... JUST a nap...

Amelia turned her eyes over to Rhys as he spoke up, suggesting she sleep. I guess it was that obvious... she thought, laughing weakly. She didn't have to think the offer over long. "Scoot over," she murmured, moving to the open side of the bed, tucking herself into his covers. Pssh, worry about getting sick? He'd just overworked himself. Logic therefore said that his illness was just stress and not something he could transmit to her if they shared a bed. Right?

Eh, oh well. It'd be worth it if she got sick. Amelia curled close to Rhys, deciding that the warm body next to hers was very, very nice before falling into a light sleep, expression relaxing.

Rhys scooted to the other side of the bed, putting the sandwich and water aside as Amelia tucked herself in. As far as he could remember, whenever he'd gotten sick from overexertion, he'd never managed to transmit to anyone else. Colds, yes. Other illnesses, certainly. Illness from stress, however, was his and his alone.

Placing his arm over Amelia's shoulders, Rhys felt a bit calmer, pleased that she actually didn't mind. Really, all the care she showed him... made him feel happier, less stressed. He wasn't about to get up and move about any time soon, but he felt like his stomach was starting to calm down. Better yet, he was starting to feel tired himself. His body began to relax, allowing him to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

Renault's staff moved over to Nils' left shoulder for a moment; this healing went faster than the other. It was done in a moment, and then he turned to Ninian to listen to what she had to say. ". . . Siegell? Well, I suppose I could try. If he'll let me, that is." He moved over, then held the staff above the wyvern rider. "All right, Siegell. I know you don't like being healed, you want to just heal on your own, but right now you need it. So you're going to stay right here, and you're going to let me heal you. Understood?" He fixed a glare on the wyvern rider, calling up some of the still-remembered mercenary steel inside of him. "Now, this will only take a moment." The staff hovered over Siegell's torso, and a gentle glow flowed from it once again.

Siegell grumbled. He really didn't like being healed, but he had some serious frost burns under his armor-- burns he hadn't showed anybody, of course. The staff would probably help him restore his lost blood faster, too, but he'd taken a Frosttongue point-blank. Even he was pretty roughed up by that, underneath his armor.

It was a wonderful feeling to have that numb, cold pain wash away, and very suddenly he seemed to let out a breath he'd been holding since he returned to the clearing with Nils.

"Th-thank you," he murmured grudgingly, reaching with shaking hands to remove his plate armor. He had to at least see...

He pulled his shirt open a bit to look and immediately closed it. Even quickly-healing ice-burnt flesh is horrible to look at. "A-ahh... Yeah, that was bad..."