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[neverforgets]

[ Sometime in the night, despite the fire and the fever, and wearing every piece of clothing, the chill he'd been dealing with deepens, bringing on bouts of shivering that wakes him and then keeps him up until well after sunrise.

He's been dozing on and off, as he did for most of yesterday, and doing his best to be unobtrusive. "Lavi's" penchant for grabbing attention is the last thing he thinks to play up when all it will do is advertise his vulnerable state. And he doesn't trust himself to keep up pretenses when everything hurts and he is having a hard time seeing.

He doesn't know it, but the blood vessels in his eye have begun to turn black.

As evening approaches, he does move back over toward the fire, glassy-eyed, chalk-pale and disoriented.

And, eventually, whatever grace period he's maintained from that Noah's parasites expires, and he begins to convulse, making strangled, pained sounds and foaming at the mouth. ]


((OOC: I'm devating a tiiiny bit, because Lavi's going to be conscious and able to talk, but eventually he will become catatonic until day 6 or so. Any questions, or want to work something out, hit me up on plurk. :3 ))

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[maidenlysense]

[Petunia's been sticking to the fire ever since the first day, so when Lavi moves on over she immediately notices, brightening a little because hey it's the magic guy, before taking in his expression and the fact that he looks... sick?]

[And whatever doubt she has in her observation skills vanishes when Lavi starts convulsing]

H-hey!? [her first instinct is to jump over the fire and away, but what if he falls in while he's convulsing oh no, so she scoots on over towards him, reaching out but unsure on where she should touch him--] What's wrong?! Why are you -- did you eat something weird?? Did you get bitten by an animal?!? [but more importantly] Can I touch you?? I'm going to touch you okay!?

[she's more than a little freaked out, but she also doesn't want to grab his arm and re-open a horrid bloody wound of some sorts, so her hands kind of dance about -- trying to find an okay place to hold him]

[everwalking]

I brought you something to eat for dinner. [Allen steps barefoot through the sand, with a roasted fish and an avocado in hand. hungry as he is, he's been keeping it to himself, sticking to the same amount everyone else is eating]

How do you feel? [the question is innocent enough, although when he gives Lavi a measuring glance and catches the blackening of his eyes, he stiffens]