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[devoutish]

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1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[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.

[devoutish]

[Alfie takes the mattress, tucking it under his arm as he grabs another bag from Royce, too.]

Is that where you want to do it, or do you just want to visit it first?

[bywolves]

It's where I'd like to do it. [ Royce says, letting out a sigh. ] It's a safe place to be. We can blow up the mattress again and lay out.