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[youknow_nothing]

It was late afternoon, and Ygritte prowled along the paths barefoot, having left her boots back at her camp. Something was off in the air, a strange scent of loss-- not anything new to the island, or new to her at all, but there all the same. The air was also unbearably hot, especially for a woman who had never known it to be warmer than icy for

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[canaan_divided]

Mamet makes a noise that sounds something like mmrrmmnng and tries to turn over, but there's this weight on his legs and he can't. He flails a hand, eyes barely cracking open.

"My head," he groans.

[youknow_nothing]

"What have y'been doing?" Ygritte asked, without a trace of care for any sort of hang-over. They never called it that, Beyond the Wall, but she'd seen plenty of men and women sick the day after drinking.

Unless, of course, he was just ill, in which case this was a very stupid idea for him.

[canaan_divided]

"Drinking," Mamet answers, because it's as complex an answer as he can come up with past the dull ache in his head. "Starbuck gave me aspirin and some...some breakfast, but..." But he didn't eat it. Which means he hasn't eaten since the day before yesterday.

He tries to sit up, get a look around despite the bright sunshine wanting to burn out his eyes. "Fuck..."

[youknow_nothing]

Ygritte scoots forward and presses her rough fingers over his eyes. "Aye, it's what I thought, then. Foolish man, what would possess you t'do so?" Of course, she thinks she might know the answer, and she can't bear it.

Please let it be something other than a disappearance, she prays.