Thorfinn had lost track of the time of day, if he even knew it. He was miserable and clearly not prepared for it. He rarely even tried to sit up, everything was to much for him... and yet on one of her trips through the room, the broken wooden comb had fallen to the floor. His hand down by the ground despite being mostly gone like he had fallen asleep trying to get it.
One of her trips around though, his hand shot out catching hers.
"Ylfa... I'm cold Ylfa. Mama doesn't feel good, father doesn't want me bothering her again. Keep me warm. Please, Ylfa." His voice softer, lacking the gruff somewhere between awake and asleep. The hair the body his tired ravished mind aligned the two fiery blondes again.
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Date: 2016-12-03 05:06 am (UTC)One of her trips around though, his hand shot out catching hers.
"Ylfa... I'm cold Ylfa. Mama doesn't feel good, father doesn't want me bothering her again. Keep me warm. Please, Ylfa." His voice softer, lacking the gruff somewhere between awake and asleep. The hair the body his tired ravished mind aligned the two fiery blondes again.