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[Jolicia]

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Jolicia had been cranky and upset ever since her argument with Grig'nag the other evening, and now was her time to try and fix that. She grabbed a few things from the house then pulled out her runebook and recalled to the Orc stronghold. She glanced around for a moment then walked over to Grig's shak, finding him sitting on his front steps.

He appeared weaker to her, and as he looked up the normal greeting she would receive from him was simply, "U..ugh Jo."
Jolicia looked him over and simply replied, "Hi." She paused a moment and then continued, "So, are you going to talk to me now?"
He slowly stood up and nodded to her, "Iffen ju wunt tu."
She snapped a little, "Of course I do. That's why I'm here."

Grig nodded again and walked over to the front door coughing some. He pushed open the door and motioned for her to come inside. Jolicia followed him in, closing the door behind her. They went up to the second floor and she watched him as he moved slowly. He sat down on a mat on the floor with her close behind him as she sat down next to him. He coughed a few more times, not looking at her but looking downt, "Oki, su meybeh ib id sumtin muur dan juz awlurgiz."
She gave a small nod, still watching him, "Go on."
He looked over at her finally doing his best to act alright but coughing, "Id nuffin muj...realli."
She looks to his eyes, trying not to raise her voice like she had the other evening, "Grig, you could barely move, you where having troubles breathing, and coughing up blood the other night."
Grig just looked at Jolicia for a moment and tried to play it off, "Bah, dat ib nurmul. Meeb ib finee." He pounded his chest and started coughing hard as he looked away from her.
"See! It's not normal," She replied back quickly.
He composed himself some and started unfastening his helm, slowly removing it, "Nub, aktuawli id ib nurmul... bud dis nub rite."

Jolicia looked at his face, her eyes widening as her concern for him grew. What she saw was not her normal picture of Grig, but a very pale and sickly looking one. She scooted a little closer to him and reached out to touch his face but he leaned away from her, "Grig, I want to help. I'm not leaving here until we can get you better. You took care of me when I needed it and now it's my turn to take care of you."
He looked at her a little surprised but almost like he had expected her to pull this stunt, "Jo, ju nub kin stey heer, id nub safe. Eben doh ju ib Grig's fwend der ur Orcs dat nub liik hummies und ju un clan landz."
She dismissed what he said, "I can just stay in your shak while I'm here and not wander around. They'll never even know I'm here."
He tilted his head back some and sniffed the air, "Meeb supwized dem nub knu ju heer awlreadi."
She looked at him a little confused, "Why's that?"
He chuckled weakly, "Meeb kould smell stwawbewwiez awl da wey frum da stwonghuld whin ju git heer."
She blushed a little, "Oh, right... I know! I can go outside and roll around in the mud to cover it up."
He sniffed the air again and looked at her, "Nub tink dat guuda wey und nub tink jur mayl ur clan liik dat tuu muj. Bisidz, ju hab wespunsibiltiez und jur clan tu tek kar ub."
She shaked her head a little, "Weston and I talked about it and he said if it was important to me that I should do this and he would watch after the guild while I was gone."
Grig looked abit surprised, considering Jolicia had never had a male before that understood their friendship, "Meeb seh."

Jolicia smiled, leaned in, and hugged him. Grig let out a disgruntled sigh as he realized he was fighting a losing battle with her and started to cough again. He slowly stood up and stretched a little, "Meeb neeb sum fwesh air. Ju kummin?" She looked up at him and nodded, following him up to the roof. She watched him breathing in the air as his coughing subsided some. In one last final ditch effort, Grig looked at her again, "Iffen ju stey heer ju meybeh git sik liik meh und den meeb wurri awbout ju."
She just smiled to him, "I'm younger and healthier, I'll be just fine."
He grunted quietly, "Finee, meeb guezz ju kin stey."
She smiled, "Besides, I love you and I'm not letting you stay sick on me. You're going to get better"
He snickered a little, "Lub eh? Guud tu hear."
She giggled, "What? You think just because I have a male now that I don't love you anymore? I've told you before and I'm gonna tell you again, I will always love my Griggy."
He just chuckled and shook his head at her.

Grig had a table and a couple of chair up on his roof and Jolicia led him over to one of the chairs. She rubbed his shoulders for him asking him questions about who might know what was wrong with him or how to make him better. He said the clan Bloodgod Priests would know but they were all dead. She became a little discouraged by this but knew there had to be someone that she could talk to. Grig had her sit down next to him as he changed the subject and their conversation lightened up some. He started asking her some questions which lead her to talk about her and Weston. Grig seemed to be pleased as she rambled on about little things and that this male of her seemed to be different from the past ones, so far.

She noticed him getting tired and yawning a little so she suggested some rest was in order. He agreed and they both went back down to the second floor. Grig went over and sat on his mat as Jolicia looked around the room. He looked up at her, "Oh rite. Dis ib jur uld wun frum meeb uld shak, when ju stey der."
She shook her head, "That's your bed and I'm not makin you sleep on the floor." She walked over and layed her robe down at the head of the mat, "I'll just sleep on this until we can figure something out tomorrow." He argued with her a little but again, it was a losing battle so he just agreed and layed down. She curled up on her robe, laying her arm over his shoulder, "G'night Grig".
He coughed lightly, "Nightie Jo." She layed there watching him as his breathing finally lightened up some and he began to drift to sleep. She giggled softly as he began to snore, remembering the times she stayed at his shak while she was recovering and couldn't help but think of how the tables had turned around now.