Neverwinter Forest we will run backwards

backdated to around the 18th

He stirs miserably, whining as he's greeted by the feverish feeling that has become all too familiar over the last few days. He lifts his aching head, feeling as if his skull has been filled with heavy rocks, and looks for @Kratos. He's never far lately. Yet when his gaze finds the other, he realizes he's forgotten what he wanted to say. He can't seem to focus on anything except the deep fiery itch in his leg, so fierce it's almost unbearable. He might have already gnawed it to bits just to get the itch to go away, if he had the strength to do it. Kratos... He murmurs, clearly not remembering the dozen times he's repeated the words before as he continues. It burns. I don't like it. His head flops back down heavily, ears folding, and he whines again.