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[stellationing]

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Have fun!

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[vampere]

For now, at least, he doesn't do more than shift to make use of more of the room she's offered. While there probably is good reason to suspect that he might need to rest at least more than he's used to needing to, neither does he actually want to do so. Not when it would mean admitting that he's not as invulnerable as he likes to pretend to be and never mind that she's one of the few people who's well aware of the fact. And can probably see straight through him even now, for all that this has never been enough to get him to actually change his habits any.

(To say nothing of the fact that it is still a point of familiarity, and that's something that he's more than willing to cling to, given the situation as it currently stands.)

Fortunately, he's saved from actually having to answer her question about the possibility of him needing rest by her sudden outbreak of coughing. And sure, he's aware that she's most likely well aware that he's avoiding the question at hand, but just at the moment he doesn't particularly care either. He'll rest later; for now there's her well-being to see to, especially given that he knows full well that she'd have still been trying to work if she hadn't been ordered to bed.

"You're sure there isn't anything I can get you?"

[lifelines]

Helen is aware, all right; she has spent far too many decades and centuries at his side not to know when he's avoiding her. Seeing as she is in no condition to protest, she decides to leave it be. The coughing subsides, but the aching within her seems to double. She resists the urge to whine about it somehow and settles for pulling a face.

There are a lot of things she wouldn't mind if he got her; none of them are things she will particularly say right now, but they are still there. Like as not, he knows what she would ask for. Things like her medical supplies or anything she could use to continue studying this bloody virus. None of that she has the energy or stamina for, either, so rather than risk an actual argument over it, she just lets it rest, so to speak.

"I don't know. How's your magnetism?" she asks instead, taking them back to another lifetime ago, when she had asked him that very question in the middle of something like a crisis. It's meant as a tease, something to get them on a better subject than dealing with this virus and the fact that she can't even move without pain. She even goes as far as to reach an arm out towards him, very clearly giving him permission to be as forward as he likes.