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[bywolves]

[ Sorry, he's about to puke again, so he's quiet, trying to find a position that means he won't be rocking wildly. It is impossible, but at least it stops him from being a brat. ]

[devoutish]

[And eventually, with much tribulation (and in more than ten minutes), Alfie brings the boat ashore. The first thing he does after tying up is hustle to Royce's side, wobbling and clumsy on his feet.]

Mm?

[Can you stand? He's guessing not.]

[bywolves]

[ Nope. He's dead. Or at least, he's extremely nauseated and incapable of getting up on his own. He notes that they have hit the shore, at least - but he just melts down into the boat and keeps his eyes closed. ]

I hate boats. [ He whines. ]

[devoutish]

I know you do.

[Bending down, Alfie scoops him up into his arms and carries him onto the shore.]

[bywolves]

No, no, just leave me here for dead --

[ Royce instantly goes very, very still, grabbing onto Alfie, stiff like a board. He really doesn't want to throw up on Alfie, but the swaying in his head and the movement of Alfie carrying him off the boat makes it a close thing. He doesn't finish his overdramatic sentence, just hides his face against Alfie's shirt.

He's actually sweating, Alfie will notice. ]

[devoutish]

Shhhh.

[He holds Royce close, and the moment he hits land and is away from the waterline, he sinks heavily down into the sand.]

There. Better?

[bywolves]

Not much. [ He mumbles, flopping out on his back. The sand feels like it's shifting under him, and he brings an arm up to cover his eyes, taking steadying breaths. ]

... Thank you.

[devoutish]

[When Royce pulls away, Alfie lets him go, but he'll reach back over immediately to smooth the hair away from his face.]

Take all the time you need, eh?

[bywolves]

[ Alfie is so nice to him, Royce doesn't deserve it a bit. He'll be there for a good ten minutes, trying to even out. When the world no longer feels like it's spinning crazily underneath him, he sighs and sprawls out, opening his eyes. ]

Well. The sand stopped lurching. At least there's that.

[devoutish]

Mmph.

[Says Alfie, not moving, his hand resting on Royce's chest. That wild ride had taken something out of him, too.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce takes Alfie's hand, squeezing it. ]

You okay? [ He actually has to stop himself from saying you okay, buddy? - for a second, he's flopped out on a tower with Hadrian, and he has to remember that's not the case. He's been too deep in his memories lately, he thinks. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah.

[He mumbles, lolling his head to the side and cracking an eye.]

I'm all right. C'mere.

[He gives his hand a tiny tug.]

[bywolves]

[ He very slowly picks himself up off the ground, wincing, and for a second he has to make sure he's not going to hurl again. Deep breath. ]

Yeah. Me too.

[devoutish]

[Alfie frowns, not expecting him to try getting up so quickly. He'll let go of his hand if he needs to, though.]

Oi.

[That's not coming here!!]

You look a bit green, mate.

[bywolves]

[ He's weak-kneed, so he's not going to stand up for very long. In fact, he actually just drops back down a little closer to Alfie, sitting up and looking decidedly queasy. ]

Feel that way. [ He says, faintly. ] Wind wasn't that bad last time.

[devoutish]

You're all sandy.

[Alfie fusses, brushing off the back of his shirt.]

No, we just had bad luck today, that's all.

[bywolves]

That's what happens when I lay in sand. [ Royce says grouchily. He's sour because he doesn't feel good. ] I don't believe in luck.

[devoutish]

Just an expression.

[Alfie murmurs. Royce has sand in his hair, too; he tries to brush that off, as well.]

Everything's still in the boat. We should set that up before we do anything with the memories.

[bywolves]

[ GRUMBLE GRUMBLE. He carefully leans a bit into the brushing, still green, and then curls forward and lets his head hang between his knees. ]

Yeah. We should. [ Deep breath. ] Just give me... a minute. Just one more minute.

[devoutish]

Take more if you need it.

[Alfie says, scrubbing a hand over his own hair.]

There's no rush.

[bywolves]

I wish I knew why this happens. [ He sighs out finally, lifting his head. He feels a little better, at least. ]

I'm okay. We should go.

[devoutish]

It's natural. Many people get seasick, mate.

[He holds a hand out to Royce, ready to stand and pull him up with him.]

Did you bring us a change of clothes?

[bywolves]

[ He wishes he knew why elves in particular get so bad, but that's a question he'll never get an answer to. Instead, he sighs and slowly lets Alfie help him up. ]

Mmhm. I did. It's in our bags.

[devoutish]

[His hero. Alfie slings an arm around Royce's shoulders and walks the two of them slowly back over to the boat, which is currently swaying gently in the tide. In a cruel twist of fate, the wind has died down completely now, even further out to sea.]

[bywolves]

[ Of course. Rude, wind. Royce leans against Alfie as they go, and when they get back to the boat, he grabs for their stuff. With a sigh, he hoists it up and onto his back, offering Alfie some of it. ]

I want to head in the direction we were before. With the crystals.