❅ Eighteen (Voice)

[stonebird]

(She won't be the first or the last to deal with this, most likely. The heat of the jungle has overwhelmed the Northern lady and she is having to rest - thus it's understandable that her voice is weak.)

I have never felt so...faint. The heat is incredibly oppressive. I feel as if I can't breathe or think.

(Pausing to take a drink of water, she swallows with some difficulty.)

Is there a...remedy?

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[northerndragon]

[It takes him a moment to answer her, as he considers her question. How does he? It’s not his dragon blood.]

Lighter clothing, and less of it.

I was always cold at the Wall, and we always ate hearty meals and drank hot wine to warm us.

Now I don’t eat hearty meals or drink anything hot.

[stonebird]

Alright, I think I can manage that much. (As long as no one judges her for being less...proper.) I must rely on my Tully genes, I suppose.

[northerndragon]

Hotter than this in the Riverlands, I’ll warrant.

Was it —

[He hesitates there.]

When you first went south, was it as hot as this?

[In King’s Landing, late in the last long summer. Sometimes he’s loath to mention the time and place: everything had gone so wrong.]

[stonebird]

I'm not so sure. The Riverlands might be hot, but the moisture in the air here is suffocating.

(Remembering those days isn't fun, of course, however she can talk about them without flinching.)

It was hot - a drier sort of heat unless you were close to the bay. I was able to stay in the shade most of the time unless Joffrey ordered otherwise.