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[mary, are you trying to scare him? because that sounds so alarming.]

...You don't think it's something like that, do you? [because if it is, they're kind of just doing nothing to help fix it, and that's a problem.]

I hope not... curses like that, you usually have to find a magical plant or have a prince kiss you.

[...]

Do we even have anything like that here?

There might be plants like that? But I don't know any princes. Just a king, and I think he's gone now.

[ A pause, and she tugs a little at her blanket. ]

... But there's gotta be a way, right? If we get too much worse, things could get really bad.

Maybe we should just hope that this is a normal kind of cold, or whatever it is...

[he sighs, and the microwave beeps, though he'll give it a minute to cool before he takes it out and brings over the bowl and spoon to her.]

It's still pretty hot, so be careful.

Thanks, Roxas.

[ She can still smile, thankfully (despite this sickness making her hella grumpy) and she'll offer him one now as she carefully frees up her hands to take the bowl from him.

... It takes about eight attempts at blowing steam off her spoonful, but she's not screeching about burnt tongues when she pops it in her mouth, so her valiant efforts succeeded. ]

It's fine... we have a lot of it anyway.

[terra made sure he was well-stocked last time. and soup's easy to make, so roxas likes eating it when he's not totally sick of it.

but as mary makes an attempt to eat, he's just going to flop somewhat listlessly on the couch next to her. he's too warm for blankets now, but all of that took a lot of energy out of him. being sick is hard, how do people do this?]

[ They don't, usually. Mary's got stamina to gain back, but her appetite's still pretty pathetic, and it'll take her awhile to get through half the bowl before she has to give up for now. ]

You really do look tired... [ But now she can comment on Roxas' droopy status. ]

It's kinda hard not to be tired. Even when I sleep... it doesn't seem like it's doing much.

[the sleep is miserable anyway, being sick. but then there are the nightmares, which just makes it that much less restful.]

... [ She sets the bowl down on the nearest flat surface and shuffles closer, to press their shoulders together (through the blanket). Contact made people feel better, right? It feels like it's been forever since they've been this close-- even if it's just been a few days. ]

Are you having nightmares too?

[it does feel like it's been forever, but time passes so slowly when they feel this way. maybe it's only been a few days, but it feels like ages. roxas isn't even thinking much about it as he leans into the gesture a bit before nodding slightly.]

Yeah. I mean... I think so. I don't really remember them when I wake up, though.

I don't, either... I just know I'm really scared when I wake up. And my heart's beating really fast.

[ So whatever she'd dreamed about... must have been terrifying. She toys with the edges of the blanket now, frowning. ] I don't know how to make them stop, either.

I don't know either.

[so it's not exactly as if he can help here. he feels kind of bad though, reminding her of it.]

It wasn't like this before I started feeling sick. Is that... do you think that's the reason, maybe?

It might be... I don't remember it being hard to sleep the last time I was sick. And I've had nightmares I can't remember before, but never all the time like this.

[ Mary groans a little, sagging more against Roxas' shoulder. ]

I hope that means it'll stop when we get better.

[they're very quickly melting into a sick-puppy pile, though roxas doesn't seem to mind the weight against his side.]

Yeah... I hope so too. It's hard to get sleep at all this way.

[ Hopefully they stop before they melt into the couch completely. What a world, what a woooorld. ]

We've gotta keep trying, though... otherwise we're not going to sleep at all, and that's even worse.

[ So she's been told. A few times now. ]

Yeah... you're right. I've been trying too, it just... wakes me up a lot.

[it's not for a lack of trying, at least. he hasn't let the nightmares stop him from trying to sleep, after all.]

Yeah... um, but if you're sleeping with Xion, that might help? I think it's easier if someone's with you. Even if you wake up.

[ Because she used to share a bed with her mom. ]

...Maybe. It all seems the same to me. I used to have a lot of weird dreams before I came here though.... I might just be used to it.

[the dreams themselves, at least. they're startling when he's woken from them, but it's pretty short-lived so he hasn't really thought about it much.]

Weird dreams? I thought all dreams were weird.

[ Well, she's not wrong. ]

A... different kind of weird, I guess. It's hard to explain.

... Were they bad weird?

[ He's not still having them if they were, hopefully, but there's a note of concern in her... still raspy voice. ]

Not really... it was more like... they felt like memories, but they weren't mine.

[because they were sora's obviously. but he's still pretty unwilling to cope with it, so whatever.]

Memories... that weren't yours...

[ Mary tries to think this through properly, but with her head pounding like it is, she can't really come up with a good or comforting explanation for that sort of thing. ]

That happened here, once... except the person whose memories you dreamed about also dreamed about yours.

[ That hadn't ended well. ]

[it's fine that she doesn't get it. he mostly does now, even if he's not really keen on accepting it. but that can be something that gets dealt with another time. it doesn't seem all that necessary at the moment.]

That sounds pretty weird... [he makes a face, but then he adds:] I guess "weird" is pretty normal around here, though.

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