it’s time isn’t it

It was a terrifying thought to him, to be slipping in and out of reality; if anything Sota was always painfully aware of the world around him, and the thought of not being in control of that was frightening. But he tried not to dwell too much on how he pitied her. Pity wasn't part of the Songa way of life and spending too much time on it felt unkind. He would not pity her, even if he felt terrible for the situation she'd found herself in - though he would offer any help he could, and of course his company, if that helped ease her soul any. At least she seemed willing to pull through, though he feared if things would truly get any better for her. Would she waste away here, unable to properly move? Would The Hallows care for her for the rest of her life, if that was what she needed? He had to hope the answer was yes; he'd fight for her right to live too, if he had to. It only seemed right.

He returned the smile she offered. He wished he could get a bit closer, but contracting this strange illness, assuming it was contagious, would be foolish. The pack needed all the healthy wolves they could get right now and risking his own well-being would be selfish, for the pack if not himself. "Don't worry, I'll stay over here," he assured her gently. Perhaps he was taking a small risk by being in here but he hoped the distance would keep him safe. Sitting here with here was the least he could do though, and he'd stay with her as long as she wanted his company. For a moment he felt his spirits lighten - she was deeply unwell but she was still alive and communicating, but suddenly her demeanor shifted. Her eyes grew unfocused, her mind drifting off elsewhere.

Sota swallowed hard. "I just arrived. Only a moment ago," he explained patiently. His mind was reeling with confusion that he tried to conceal. This illness was not just physical, it seemed, but mental too... or perhaps it was exhaustion speaking, taking a heavy toll on her body. "I wanted to see if you needed anything, or perhaps... just wanted some company," Sota explained again. He feared for her now, for what her symptoms might look like if they worsened- was it possible that she might lose herself completely to this sickness?