[action] Top of the world, looking down on creation...

[neverforgets]

[ On one section of the beach, about twenty feet from where the sand gives way to jungle, someone has planted a giant mallet head into the sand. A bright, red scarf is tied to the handle. The handle sticks straight up--

And up--

And up--

And up into the sky. If you're good at estimating height, you might guess it's two hundred feet up above the ground. And at the very top, you can see the shape of a person up there. ]

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[everwalking]

[he pauses, turning around when Lavi stops again, and then-- what, what did you just say]

Of course he lived! I mean-- someone would've told me if he hadn't! [which is a somewhat awkward answer, but no, no one else is dead, ever, it's not allowed. getting closer to him, taking Lavi's arm to try and drape it over his shoulders, take some of his weight] How do you feel? Do you need help?

[neverforgets]

[ Relieved, despite the awkward answer -- he'll have to ask Allen what he means by that later. Though, probably, it's more that Chaozhii wouldn't give Allen the time of day normally so maybe Allen wasn't just sitting at his bedside all the time.

But he is glad he's not going to die. He can find a way to deal with the rest. So, he laughs a bit when Allen comes to support him. ]

Think I can make it, man, it's okay. Sorry, didn't mean to get you all worked up. [ And is apologetic, he has a tiny inkling of how Allen feels about that kind of thing. The guy wanted to save Tyki Mikk of all people, after all. ]

Might get worse before it gets better, but least we know it'll get better, right?

[everwalking]

You're not to laugh about this. [scolding! dying is not funny] Tell me exactly how you feel. Nauseous? Tired? Weak? Feverish? [you indirectly admitted to feeling poorly and now you can't take it back]

[neverforgets]

[ Very tiny cringe. Though whether it's from being fussed over or from how readily he accepts the help, who knows. ]

You're like a dog with a bone, man... [ The tokenest of resistance. ] All of 'em. And every so often, seeing double. Though that could be from getting bashed in the head one too many times.

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[everwalking]

And, now that I know that, maybe I can help you do something about it. [but he realizes immediately that the deserved chiding is meaningless like this. there's no medication to treat him with, not even a place for him to comfortably lie down, there's no blankets or comfort food or anything. all Allen can do is see to it he doesn't exert himself overmuch]

[everwalking]

[--then that's just what he'll have to do]

We have to head back to the beach after we get some water. That's where everyone else will be. But we'll rest a bit before we head off again.

[neverforgets]

S'not too much further, I think. [ Does some mental checking as he looks up at the sky. ]

Don't worry so much, man. Not the first time I've gotten sick on a trip. [ Reaches over and ruffles Allen's hair. The only time that might be comparable is that time when he got shot as a kid. And though Gramps had been worried, it's not as though they had stopped living their lives, for the most part. ]

[everwalking]

[he left himself open for that hair-ruffle. he sighs]

I'll remind you that you said that if I have to carry you back to the beach.