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Jan. 7th, 2002 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kuangningOnce they were out of sight, Elise turned back to Kyle. "Where was she? Do you have any idea what happened?" He shook his head in negation. "I have no idea what happened, except that she went swimming. We found her on the dunes... it looked like she started to come home, but..." he trailed off with a motion toward the bed. Elise sighed, and gave a helpless glance at her child.
The slight figure on the bed suddenly began to tremble almost violently, her hair tangling as her head turned from side to side. Her lips moved, as though whispering, and her hands clenched tightly. Silent and pale, Kyle and Elise moved to either side of her and took her hands, each hoping that the contact would prove soothing. When the tremors ceased as quickly as they had begun, however, relief barely eased the lines of strain and puzzlement on the caretakers' faces.
An hour, then another, passed quietly. Sion came back into the room with drinks and the offer to relieve one of the two who kept watch, but one look at their set faces was enough to show that neither was willing to leave. Nor, as the night wore on, did there seem to be much hope. Lyssa's body alternately burned hot with fever and went cold with chills. Sometimes a flutter of her eyelids would rouse a moment's hope, but after the first few occurences, even that response dimmed.
In the still hours before dawn, however, there was a change. Only Kyle, of the three, could have attested to the moment of Lyssa's recovery, but he never would speak of it, except to Lyssa herself. He had dozed off, as had Sion and Elise, Lyssa's hand still tucked firmly in his. It was the slight pressure of her hand that awoke him, and a tingling in his arm that he could not explain away and that broke through his sleep, though not unpleasantly. He opened his eyes, and blinked, trying to focus on the bed. Once he had done so, however, he blinked again. The figure on the bed was limned in green, the faintest of glimmers danced along her skin... and along his arm, where he held her hand. The glow faded almost immediately, so quickly he almost could have believed it a dream, and with it went the unnaturalness of the figure on the bed. Lyssa murmured, turned on her side, and fell into a regular, restful sleep. Sion and Elise, waking in the early morning, found her so, and declined to wake her.
The slight figure on the bed suddenly began to tremble almost violently, her hair tangling as her head turned from side to side. Her lips moved, as though whispering, and her hands clenched tightly. Silent and pale, Kyle and Elise moved to either side of her and took her hands, each hoping that the contact would prove soothing. When the tremors ceased as quickly as they had begun, however, relief barely eased the lines of strain and puzzlement on the caretakers' faces.
An hour, then another, passed quietly. Sion came back into the room with drinks and the offer to relieve one of the two who kept watch, but one look at their set faces was enough to show that neither was willing to leave. Nor, as the night wore on, did there seem to be much hope. Lyssa's body alternately burned hot with fever and went cold with chills. Sometimes a flutter of her eyelids would rouse a moment's hope, but after the first few occurences, even that response dimmed.
In the still hours before dawn, however, there was a change. Only Kyle, of the three, could have attested to the moment of Lyssa's recovery, but he never would speak of it, except to Lyssa herself. He had dozed off, as had Sion and Elise, Lyssa's hand still tucked firmly in his. It was the slight pressure of her hand that awoke him, and a tingling in his arm that he could not explain away and that broke through his sleep, though not unpleasantly. He opened his eyes, and blinked, trying to focus on the bed. Once he had done so, however, he blinked again. The figure on the bed was limned in green, the faintest of glimmers danced along her skin... and along his arm, where he held her hand. The glow faded almost immediately, so quickly he almost could have believed it a dream, and with it went the unnaturalness of the figure on the bed. Lyssa murmured, turned on her side, and fell into a regular, restful sleep. Sion and Elise, waking in the early morning, found her so, and declined to wake her.
