[It's so familiar that for a moment, in the heat of the fever, she can almost believe she's home. That it's her father or her mother, even perhaps the birth parents she barely remembered, a gentle touch and a soothing word.
Konoha sighs softly, an exhale that had meant to be a word or some sort of thanks but never fully formed, lost in labored breathing and sweat, but. Later, she'd thank him properly later. He'd be there.
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Konoha sighs softly, an exhale that had meant to be a word or some sort of thanks but never fully formed, lost in labored breathing and sweat, but. Later, she'd thank him properly later. He'd be there.
For now, she descends into fevered sleep.]