Sequoia walked into the dining room, stopping for a few seconds when she realized Aniña was there. This was a good opportunity to talk to her wife when she wasn't distracted as hell. She walked into the dining room slowly, taking a seat right across from Aniña. "Sorry I've been so distracted. How has your day been?"
Aniña rolled her eyes but shrugged, "Why do you care? But if you really want to know, it's been boring and confusing as Othylia. How has you're research been going on… whatever it was that you were researching." She waved her hand idly.
Sequoia sighed and brushed some hair out of her face. It wasn't going anywhere. No trace of anything that could cause memory loss. "Slowly. I can't find anything! Why had today been confusing for you? I can explain things now that I'm off the research kick for the night."
“I woke up with you in my bed, my brain has been fuzzed all day And I can’t remeber anything! Of course I’m going to be confused…” Aniña sighed and fiddled with the bread on her plate.
Sequoia considered that. "Well, I can tell you what happened, if that's what you want to know." She tried to figure out how to make it sound like they hadn't been happy together just a few hours prior. That would only freak Aniña out even more.
Aniña nodded with a small sigh, “Yes, tell me what happened.” She braced her elbows on the table, glad to finally be able to be receiving answers. She hoped nothing extreme happened.
Sequoia nodded. "Well, you decided to go hunting in the woods and let me come with you. We rode out not too far and got attacked by some monsters, which I later found out are called 'night stalkers'. Real freaky. You got bit by one and fell unconscious. Slipped in and out of consciousness until I cured you. You were really bad. Like, die in your sleep bad. I decided to sleep in your room to make sure you stayed alive all night." She shrugged, brushing off the lie with practiced nonchalance.
Aniña frowned a little but soon nodded, “Okay, well um… thanks for uh… curing me and stuff.” She said, rubbing at the back of her neck awkwardly, “So what about my mermory? How come I can't remember anything?”
Shit. What kind of excuse would be convincing? Sequoia momentarily froze before she answered. "Well, you were out of it the whole time. I'd honestly be surprised if you remembered anything. I think you're pretty susceptible to the poison from the bite, I was scared you were going to die for the longest time." Her voice was full of weariness, remembering the nightmares of Aniña's death.
Aniña sighed and nodded. That made sense. Or maybe it didn’t her brain wasn’t functioning entirely st the moment, “Okay, that makes sense.” She rubbed at her forehead to ease the growing ache there.
Sequoia noticed and wondered if this Aniña trusted her enough to take headache medicine from her. Whatever, it was worth a shot. "I can whip up some headache medicine if you'd like that."
Aniña shook her head a little, “No. I don’t want it. I’ll be fine,” She sighed and stood from the table, “I’m going to get some rest.” She pushed her plate away from her and headed out the dining room and towards the bedroom.
Sequoia shrugged, hurriedly finishing her dinner. Her brain wasn't in the right gear for research, she was too keyed up to take a bath or sleep, and she couldn't cuddle with Aniña anymore. Thinking that made her wonder if her headache was something systematic of the poison. What if she relapsed? She had been pretty susceptible to the poison.
Aniña only made it up the stairs before having to stop and take a minute to breath. What was wrong with her? She coughed a few times before walking the last few steps to her room, having to lean against the door for a moment before opening it and collapsing on her bed. She groaned and rolled over onto her side. This wasn’t normal.
Well, it wouldn't hurt if Sequoia checked on Aniña. Surely she could play it off as an 'I'm just making sure you're really okay' type check. She bustled down the hall and opened the door to Aniña's room before remembering that she'd asked Aniña to knock and should extend the same courtesy. Oops. She shut the door and knocked quickly, three harried raps that should be loud enough for Aniña to hear.
Slowly, Aniña rose from her bed with a slightly pained groaned and headed to the door, opening it just a crack with her freehand as the other clutched at her stomach, “What is it?” She tried her best to sound snappish but it didn’t quite come out with as much bite as she wanted.
"I just wanted to check up on you. Apparently, the poison has some side effects and I wanted to see if you were experiencing them." The last part was total improv, but Sequoia could make up side effects. Stomach aches, itching and swelling near the wound, headaches, that kind of thing.
“If feeling like your stomach os going to explode is a side effect then yeah… I guess I’m experiencing side effects.” Aniña muttered, opening the door wider for Sequoia to enter.
Fuck. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're having side effects. I got the poison out of your system, but your body still isn't very strong. Can I check out your shoulder?" If Aniña's wound was all gross and clotted, it would mean that she was having trouble healing. That was a terrible sign.
Aniña hesitantly nodded, even though she didn’t want Sequoia to touch her more then she already had, “I guess so.” She muttered, sitting down on the bed with a small sigh and a pained expression.
Sequoia winced just a little at Aniña's hesitance. It kind of hurt, even though she obviously wasn't hesitating on purpose. She walked into the room and plopped down on the bed, careful not to get to close to Aniña. "This might hurt a little bit. Sorry." Getting bandages peeled off hurt like a bitch when the wound wasn't scabbed over. With that in mind, she ripped the bandages off.
Aniña let out a string of curses in her native tongue and she clenched her fists, “Harria why does it hurt so much?” She sighed and took some deep breaths. Gods that had hurt and knew it was going to happen again sooner or later.
Yup, that was one gross, stringy wound. Definitely not healing the way it should be. "Your shoulder isn't healing, Habibi." The pet name slipped out of her mouth and she didn't even register that Aniña might not know what it meant. "I think it's an after effect of the poison. Your system is still weak.. Things aren't working properly."
Aniña nodded a little, not birthing to ask about the name at this point, “How long until I’ll be fully healed?”
Sequoia shrugged. "I'm not sure. I only know about what I've researched." There was a first aid kit laying in Aniña's room, so she hopped up and grabbed it, digging out the bandages. She wrapped Aniña's shoulder carefully, making sure it was loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to stay on. "Can you rotate your arm? And are you sure I can't whip you up some painkillers?"
Aniña sighed and rolled her arm, making sure she could still move it. After a while she reluctantly gave in, “Sure, if you want you can make those pain killers.” As much as she didn’t want them, she needed them.
Sequoia shot Aniña a brief smile. "Perfect. Just give me a few seconds." She hopped off the bed, taking the first aid kit with her. There was a little booklet inside, which she used to make some basic painkillers. A mix of a bunch of weird herbs and roots that she ground up and stirred into water snatched from the bathroom sink. Once she was done, she handed it over to Aniña. "Drink up. It'll taste like shit, but apparently works pretty well."
Aniña grimaced a little bit did as she was told and downed the drink and coughed afterwards, “You were right. That was terrible.” She placed the bottle down and coughed again.
"Yeah. My mom gave it to me when I was younger and I hated it." Sequoia grimaced. It tasted like bile and smelled even worse, but it did a good job killing the pain. When she was younger she used to have headaches all the time and this little potion fixed those up right away. "You should change the bandages every day. Just yell for me if you need help."
Aniña nodded, “Okay, um… thanks again.” She muttered. She sighed and leaned back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Something about this felt familiar to her, like déjà vu but couldn’t placed where it had happened before.