PYON SUN-AH
dialogue; #FA8072
plague | the surgeon
dialogue; #FA8072
plague | the surgeon
The few days since Vale's collapse had felt much longer than that. Sunni was more exhausted than she cared to admit, and felt like she was powered by sheer stubbornness alone at this point. She was sleeping for an hour, maybe two if she was lucky, at a time, getting four, five hours a day. She didn't want to stay asleep any longer than that for fear something would happen. She was constantly on edge, coming to that point of tiredness when she wasn't even sure what language she was speaking any more. She was trying everything she knew, and she didn't know if that fact that Vale was holding on was because something was working or if the poison was slower working than she'd thought. She was praying to every god she knew that it was the former.
The storm was only making her more restless and more anxious. Below deck, she was safe, but she didn't know about anyone else. And that was worrying her. Was Meg safe? She had no doubt that Meg would go down with her ship- she just hoped that she wouldn't be foolish about it either. Her knuckles white around her pestle, she jumped at the sound of someone entering the room. If it had been anyone else, her temper might just have gotten the better of her and she would have snapped, but Vera could get away with it.
"I don't think so." She paused as she poured her concoction into a bottle. "Some company might be nice. Goddamn storm has me on my nerves. I don't need more work," she forced herself to joke with a forced laugh, but a sudden jolt of the ship made her nearly shatter the bottle she was holding. She swore and put it down. The ship was too unsteady to try giving it to Vale anyway. "How are things above deck?" She asked quietly.