[all Dohalim has time for before he's moved is a small sound of protest that slips from his lips, before heavily leaning on Zhongli, head tilting to rest on his shoulder. with this sudden fever and illness hitting him, he's not particularly hungry, but he really should eat something... he just has to wonder if he has enough strength to feed himself. he can't expect the other to feed him like an infant, after all]
Just... A little.
[hopefully enough to show Zhongli the effort he's putting into. his body is just so tired, but with his mind's refusal to sleep for the moment, this is the most he can do, for the time being.
groaning softly, he reaches up to press his face against his hand, half to wipe the sheen of sweat from his brow, and half to provide some sort of comfort to his flushed face. his hand does feel a little cooler, which helps a minuscule amount, but at least it's something]
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Just... A little.
[hopefully enough to show Zhongli the effort he's putting into. his body is just so tired, but with his mind's refusal to sleep for the moment, this is the most he can do, for the time being.
groaning softly, he reaches up to press his face against his hand, half to wipe the sheen of sweat from his brow, and half to provide some sort of comfort to his flushed face. his hand does feel a little cooler, which helps a minuscule amount, but at least it's something]