He would find her asleep on the floor by the dying embers of the fireplace. She was buried in five blankets and shivering violently. Tissues were strewn everywhere, and her eyes were red-rimmed as she slept. There was a vial of a purple liquid on the side table and a full mug of cold tea.
Sam frowned, coming over and gently feeling her forehead before adding logs and flame to the fireplace, then cleaning up the tissues and setting then in a bin which he placed by her. He brought a pillow over to set under her head carefully before going to the kitchen to heat up more tea for her.
Her forehead was burning up and she sniffled slightly in her sleep as he left. Her hair was incredibly tangled and her wings were also under the blanket, something that would look strange to Sam.
He came back with the fresh tea, inspecting her slightly with a frown. He went upstairs quickly to grab a pair of warm socks and a hairbrush.
He came back down, setting the socks by the fire to warm up before getting down to very carefully brush out her tangled hair.
Her hair was as soft as he would have remembered, albeit very tangled. There was a silence for a few moments. “...you’re back.”
She looked up at him drowsily, her eyes a dark golden orange from the illness. “You’re back again. I was wondering when you’d be back. I missed you...”
She sighed, shifting tiredly to rest her head in his lap. “Don’t leave me again, okay? I get so sad when you go...”
