Northstar Vale unzip my body

of course phox is welcome if you want him in, too!

Antigone’s instincts were keen, and while she never wished to be on the receiving end of his talent, she was proud as the boy swept away, insisting on finding water for her. She brooked no argument—the idea of quenching her tongue and throat was a thought she clung to… So much so, that she fought the pull of feverish sleep—despite the lulling of her eyelids as they threatened to close once more.

She could not scent Phox over the stench of herbs—but what felt like only minutes had passed when Antigone was back once more—perhaps she had fallen asleep—and when he offered her the water-soaked moss, she lapped what she could from it, trying to ignore, for now, the throbbing flare of pain in her side. "Thank you," she whispered, her chin nestling down to the dirt, next to the offered moss, finding her energy sapped once more.