[the coolness of Zhongli's touch, and the damp cloth only gets Dohalim to lean into it, sighing softly that the deity is back with him. how pathetic... that he can't be separated from him for even a short period of time before he grows erratically desperate for his presence.
water sounds like a good idea, but he isn't sure if he can muster enough strength to drink any of it. he's just so tired and sick, hot and cold at the same time. Dohalim just wants to sleep, but he can't even allow himself that rest, not yet. not until he can get that assurance that he'll be without nightmares for the rest of the night.
but even still...
Dohalim shakes his head slightly, as he presses himself more against Zhongli. despite how warm he is, he just needs that comfort, those cool hands, his presence]
'M tired...
[he almost sounds like a child, which only brings about more shame. whining like this when he has no one to blame but himself for putting himself in this position. Zhongli had even warned him, told him not to push himself, and yet, he still did. but... the fact that Zhongli is here, taking care of him...]
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water sounds like a good idea, but he isn't sure if he can muster enough strength to drink any of it. he's just so tired and sick, hot and cold at the same time. Dohalim just wants to sleep, but he can't even allow himself that rest, not yet. not until he can get that assurance that he'll be without nightmares for the rest of the night.
but even still...
Dohalim shakes his head slightly, as he presses himself more against Zhongli. despite how warm he is, he just needs that comfort, those cool hands, his presence]
'M tired...
[he almost sounds like a child, which only brings about more shame. whining like this when he has no one to blame but himself for putting himself in this position. Zhongli had even warned him, told him not to push himself, and yet, he still did. but... the fact that Zhongli is here, taking care of him...]