[For a moment, she forgets where she is. With her eyes closed, her breathing labored, her mind slightly clouded her by fever... it reminds her of something. Of a pair of arms she had only been held in a few scant years, of a voice she only barely remembers. Of hands that had gently swept hair from her face and held her small body against her chest in the river until her fever broke. Konoha...]
More, please...
[Now in a slightly cooler puddle than the hot one of sweat add been occupying earlier, Konoha tries again in vain to rise and instead just manages to upset her balance and tip her body over onto its side, where she lays quiet for a moment, legs tucking up and tail weakly swishing beneath her skirt as she pants softly into the pillow.]
And...
[He said he wouldn't leave. That's right. She doesn't have to ask.]
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More, please...
[Now in a slightly cooler puddle than the hot one of sweat add been occupying earlier, Konoha tries again in vain to rise and instead just manages to upset her balance and tip her body over onto its side, where she lays quiet for a moment, legs tucking up and tail weakly swishing beneath her skirt as she pants softly into the pillow.]
And...
[He said he wouldn't leave. That's right. She doesn't have to ask.]
Maybe a story... That would be nice...