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Illario's limbs all feel so heavy, and every beat of his heart feels like it's pushing treacle around in his veins. Heavy, slow, thick. It hurts more in his limbs: legs and arms, hands feeling so cold they might as well be ice, but his torso and face feel like they're too close to a fire. He's felt infections like the before, poisoned blades that nicked the flesh and left him in a fever for weeks, but nothing that came on this fast od this bad.

The one thing that reassures him is that Jim is there. He can feel their fingers tangled together and hear Jim's voice.

Illario's eyes close and open again, trying to focus on the bright blond man sitting with him, and he squeezes his hand. Common seems a very difficult language to get his head around right now. The words are too cumbersome in his mouth, and his lips are too dry for the strange shapes. He slips into Antivan, words hardly more than a whisper.

"Don't be angry at them, sole moi. They're doing their best." He murmurs before a sharp stab of pain in his chest has him gasping and curling tightly onto his side. It takes a moment for him to recover and breathe through it. When he can speak again, his eyes find Jim's.

"I'll do the Joining. We'll be Wardens together. All I want is to be with you."

There's activity somewhere off to the side, people moving but his vision swims too much to focus on them, so he keeps it focused on Jim.

"Tell me what I need to do."