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Sawyer's walking down the hall to his room, his newly-acquired tube of lotion in his crusty, green right hand. He has to stop after every couple of doors to rest, catch his breath. It's during one of these stops that he realizes that his skin isn't just crusty.

It's scaly.

Like, lizard scales scaly.

He groans and slides down the wall to a sitting position. Resting is nice.

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It's not easy work prying your own disembodied fingers off of a tube of lotion when you only have one hand to work with, but he gets it done... and decides to hide the loose appendage in the drawer of his night table. He really doesn't feel like looking at it now.

"Here you go, angel, but I'm starting to think this is a little more than Jergens can handle."

"Perhaps," she smiles again and rubs some lotion between her hands, warming it before she starts massaging it into the line where his normal skin turns green. She hesitates only a fraction of a second and then continues to apply the lotion over his right side, gently so she doesn't. . .disturb anything.

"Is it helping the itching at least?"

"Honestly, sweetheart? I can't feel much of nothing over the cold right now."

It's a weird thing to have goosebumps on sweaty skin, but that's exactly what he has... at least, on his regular skin. Lizard scales don't get goosebumps, it appears.

"I'm sorry," she says, because it's the only thing she can think of to say.

She sets the lotion aside, abandoning that idea, and pulls the comforter he's laying on until it covers his body. She carefully tucks it around him and then climbs onto the bed beside him. Draping her own left leg and arm over his, she kisses his cheek and then snuggles closer.

"You need a healer."

"Think I might have enough magic mucking with my system right now." His eyelids keep dipping; the walk downstairs took more out of him than he thought.

She caresses his brow tenderly with her fingertips, the way she does to her son when it's time for his nap but he won't keep his eyes closed.

"It's okay. Go to sleep," she says softly, and her voice breaks a little at the end.

He murmurs something that might be a protest that he's not that sleepy... but it gets lost in the process of him falling to sleep.

She keeps watch over him-- long after he's fallen asleep-- until the sight of him and the smell of sickness that permeates the air become too much for her.

Cautiously, she crawls off the bed and heads for the door, dimming the light as she does.

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