((This thread takes place at approximately the same time as "An Unpleasant Gathering": viewtopic.php?f=7&t=1445
Dash had spent the day with Kira, going about her tasks with the silent girl shuffling behind her like an obedient dog who nonetheless expects a kick at any moment. The initial kinship she felt with Kira had not gone away; if anything, it had gotten stronger. Dash didn’t quite understand why. The girl looked like her and seemed to have some connection to Dash’s father, though Dash had felt too sleepy and feverish at the time to pay attention to exactly what. Still, the bond between them seemed deeper, like Kira was a long-lost family member.
She’d hoped to talk the matter over with Kaydee— another person she’d immediately felt close to, though in a completely different way. Kaydee was a kindred spirit, whereas Kira was more like a kindred… flesh, or something. Dash didn’t really understand it, and that’s why she had hoped to discuss it with Kaydee, but had no luck in finding her. Obviously the other girl was somewhere around, but apparently Dash just kept missing her, so eventually she abandoned her search, intending to catch up with Kaydee later instead.
In the meantime, she found a quiet corner out of the way of everyone else, and she sat with Kira, sharing a comfortable rapport even without words. Dash worked on her knitting— booties for Becky’s new baby, who through gossip around the fort Dash had learned had been born. Although there had been some sort of complication no one seemed to know the details of, both mother and child were now doing well. It was implied that Dash’s mother had some hand in it, and Dash was proud of her.
Kira didn’t talk at all, but Dash had gotten used to that. At first they sat in companionable silence with Dash knitting and Kira playing with Martin as much as her limited mobility allowed. In time, though, Dash realized that Kira liked to listen, and so she told her about her life, her family, her friends. Nothing bad, though. No sad or painful memories, not like she’d shared with Kaydee. Somehow Dash felt compelled to protect Kira from her own pain, as well to try to distract the girl from what she had suffered. Gradually Kira started smiling more and more as she listened, though Dash couldn’t even imagine what she was thinking.
As the afternoon wore on, Dash gradually started to feel sicker and sicker. Much as she enjoyed Kira’s company, it got harder to fight off her nausea and tiredness. It wasn’t long before her hands were hurting too badly for her to knit, and she had to set it aside. Awhile later, it was too much even to stay awake, and with apologies to Kira, she lay on the floor, closed her eyes for an instant, and was asleep before she was even aware of it.
Kira sat still for a few minutes, deeply concerned but unsure what to do, and with no idea why the winged girl had gotten sick and fallen asleep again. Should she take the baby and go find someone to help? But that would mean leaving Dash alone, and someone might hurt her while she slept. No, Kira needed to stay. She slid her hands under Dash’s shoulders and lifted her so her head was resting in Kira’s lap, not on the floor. The motion was clumsy and graceless, and Dash stirred but didn’t wake. Her face creased deeply with worry, Kira stroked Dash’s cheeks and hair gently with her almost useless fingers, trying as best she could to provide comfort. She hoped the winged girl would be alright…