not all who wander are lost

[summerlord]

CHARACTERS: Elrond and YOU
LOCATION: Medbay, random lift, gardens, and anywhere in between
WARNINGS: One grumpy elf?
SUMMARY: Elves don't get sick. Really.
NOTES: Seriously, run into Elrond wherever your heart fancies. I will happily roll with it!


In hindsight, Elrond should have expected the lift doors to get stuck, or to be trapped in a lift between floors. Or, as it happened no less than three times between medbay and the gardens, be dropped off on the wrong floor entirely. In hindsight, it all makes perfect. He feels absolutely awful, so why shouldn't it be completely impossible to actually get to where he's going without ridiculous difficulty?

He remembers once or twice feeling badly, but nothing quite like this. He had been heartsick before and physical symptoms had manifested, but never actually physically ill. It was a wonderful new experience. Absolutely. He had never looked upon his human heritage with disdain, but right now, he's rather grateful that he'd never fallen sick before.

Then again, had he fallen ill before, he might be handling this with more aplomb. (He thinks as a door refuses to open again. He might not have endured it much better, come to think of it.) He takes a breath, closes his eyes, and once again tries the door.

He would really love to get to the garden any time now. Just... any time.

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"I'm alright." He won't lie about it but she will. Elizabeth had already been trying to keep Hanna in bed and resting. That just wasn't something Hanna could stand doing and she felt like Elrond might suggest the same thing.

It was likely only half convincing, tired as she looked herself and with the sneeze that would immediately follow.

"Have you tried soup?"

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"Of course." She doesn't look quite as "all right" as she claims to be, but he will not pursue that line of questioning for now. It would just spark a quiet argument, he was sure, and there were other things to address.

If she sat and talked with him, then she was resting and that was good enough. "I have not. I do not usually fall ill."

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Undoubtedly, it would. Hanna was so used to being fairly independent at this point, give or take a couple people who tried, that she wouldn't back down over this.

"It's supposed to help when you're sick."

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"I never remember that." Perhaps he should, all things considered. He is a healer and he knows the value of a good meal; he should have thought to feed himself something comforting.

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"I thought everybody knew that." Hanna shrugged and watched him quietly for a moment. It really couldn't hurt for anyone to just try having soup. Hanna herself was determined to just keep herself busy to distract herself from it all.

"I could get some for you."

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He dips his head, acknowledging that with a small, nearly amused smile. Yes, perhaps that is common knowledge among other people, those a little more prone to sickness.

"I do not need it now."

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"Don't forget it then." A part of her really wants to say that it looks like he actually does but she, instead, bites her lip and says nothing like it. So far, since she woke up on the ship, she's gotten much better with her people skills than she had been.

[summerlord]

"I will not," he answers. "Perhaps you would do well to eat some yourself."

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She almost huffs but instead she simply shakes her head stubbornly. Maybe coming down this way wasn't her best idea today.

"I'm alright. Elizabeth has been keeping a close eye on me since this started." What she doesn't mention is that she snuck out.

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"I am glad for that." He raises a brow at her. "Though I am beginning to think that you are not so fond of the attention."

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"I'm not used to it. People aren't really supposed to notice me, or they weren't. If they did, other people could find me." And that could mean any number of things.

She has been trying to get used to it though. Hanna's been sharing rooms with her friends and actually sleeping a bit more regularly. Not enough to really make everyone happy but enough.

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"That is no way for anyone to live," he says, "but I know something of it. I hope that you finding some contentment here."

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He's right and Hanna look down briefly, running that through her head before giving a faint shrug of the shoulders.

"I've found a few things to be happy about."

[summerlord]

"I am very glad to hear that, Hanna." He smiles, though it's muted. "Hold onto them."

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"What about you? Do you have something to be happy about here?" Because if he's going to learn about her, it's only fair if he returns the favor.