it was afternoon now in the house of wind, you had been with azriel, lying in bed with a warm wet rag on your forehead. your eyes were closed, your head and body aching, not doing much talking.

azriel had been taking care of you all day, dismissing his duties for the day, all his attention focused solely on you. he now sat beside you the floor of the bathroom, trying to soothe and comfort you.

“it’s okay, darling,” he spoke softly, his patience with you was always so strong, he knew how much you hated throwing up. “it’ll be alright, just let it out” he continued with the soft tone, his hand rubbing small circles onto your back.