Olivia

"H-Hey, don't make fun of me!" She struggled to get out, face turning even redder (if that was even possible) and appearing very visibly shaky. "What was I supposed to think with how you worded it?!"

If Olivia had more confidence and wasn't so nervous all the time, she'd be able to tell him off. But the dancer just stood there and took his barrage of words. Usually she would brush off the insults and worry about them later, but between the misunderstanding and his roundabout way of calling her useless and weak...

"H-Henry, that's quite enough. I get it," it was eerily quiet to her flustered yelling before and she couldn't even meet his gaze. "I'm glad my discomfort made your day." She spat the last bit and really just wanted to storm off, but she also didn't really mean it. He spoke the truth and she knew it really was the truth.

"I understand you're still human, but humans enjoy different things! Like Robin enjoys doing their work and I enjoy dancing—you enjoy gory stuff. So yeah, we're all still human but don't be angry for me being confused and not expecting it."

Then he curveballed the conversation to flowers. And her. She was going to dispute the fragile and delicate part, but then he said don't last long.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" She barked, face a deep red and looking really... flustered? Uncomfortable? "Are you threatening me?"

As he sat down next to her, she rested her head on his shoulder. A tender gesture, showing how much she really was bothered by this. Which was a lot. Enough to ignore everything and hold him close.

"That's... actually a great idea Henry!" She immediately perked up. "I don't know which tent though... you have all your friends in yours but mine doesn't smell like death. You know?"

"Good thing we're not in any danger right now," Olivia stated, leaning back and closing her eyes. "Let's not worry about it until that time comes, alright? We've still got a lot of time together before we should even think of death."

But when he said he wasn't sure about the cooking, she tilted her head to the side. "Don't you cook...? Oh, wait, you don't eat meat do you?" Her voice dropped to whisper at her question, hoping the wolves didn't understand.

"It's fine right now. If it's ever not okay, you'll be the first person to know, okay?" She shot him a smile again, though guilt of not saying what was eating her up inside. But if she was going to talk to anyone it'd be Henry.

"Henry, you're too sweet," she said, her false smile growing a bit more into a real one. "Honestly what did I do to deserve you as mine? You're too sweet. I'm... I'm useless now. My foot... dancing..." okay, maybe she'd open up about it now.

"Oh, I'm not really in that much pain! It comes and goes but I'm more in pain from-ah, never mind that. I'd rather not dampen the mood." She looked down at the ground for a few moments, being very careful with her steps.

She smiled back as he said that and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. She pulled away and put her head down.

It had been fine until she tried practicing and she realized she really couldn't dance anymore. It was just too much in the moment and she was a little down about it. "I mean-Oh! Really? That's so sweet of you!" She smiled, though partly seeming forced. She was happy, just not completely there.

"You know, I love you Henry," she said, her hand sliding down to his and intertwining her fingers with his. "You're the best."

"Y-Yeah. It'll be okay. I'll be fine," Olivia said, though limping slightly. She took his arm, starting to head towards the food tent. She didn't realize he had something else in mind.

She had forgotten about dinner, being a bit too caught up in her thoughts and misfortunes. Her foot wasn't healing right since she hadn't stopped doing dances. Libra had caught her earlier and warned against it. If she didn't stop now, she'd never heal and she'd never be able to dance again.

So there was a bit of fear and sadness of stopping when Henry called her. "U-Uh yeah! Give me a moment!" She said, wrapping her foot up. It wasn't bad that she couldn't walk on it, it was just a bit harder. "Sorry for taking so long. I forgot about it being dinner!" She said, looking like she just stopped crying.

"D-Don't do this then. Don't put my life over yours. I know you want to save me, but you're going to end up killing yourself. And I could never live with the fact you chose me over you." She sobbed this into his chest, eventually calming down enough. "I think the meat is done. You should go back to cooking. Sorry... I distracted you. I didn't mean to."

Due to him taking the sickness, she gained a bit more strength. Enough to wake up. And the first thing she did? Tackled him. Stopped him. She appreciated it, yes. But she couldn't let him. Him taking both the sicknesses... it'd kill him for sure. And how would she help if her foot was bad?

She breathed heavily starting to cry. "D-Don't do that. Please... I can't see you suffering on my behalf," she whispered. "Please."

A smile was on her face as he kissed her, but she quickly faded out of consciousness after that. Though she didn't miss the expression on his face, a bit concerned.

But she was sicker than she thought and couldn't handle being awake for long periods of time. Moving took a lot of energy too. No matter what she'd make it out. For Henry.

She didn't say much, just watched at the leg was in and given to them. She closed her eyes and moved her head from Henry. "You're going to need space to cook. I don't want to get in your way." That was her excuse, but the moment she pulled away she looked cold and sad.

{she's a fine mate indeed} was all the wolf said.

Olivia smiled, hearing the foreign tongue he spoken which was her gratitude. Her hand reached up and grabbed one of his and just held it, though being difficult from her lack of energy. She was looking forward to something to eat, even if she was weak. Until the time she could eat she wanted to show Henry she was there.m, as last time she saw him he had collapsed.

"You scared me..." she mumbled. "You went down so quickly and I couldn't help you... well, immediately. I didn't want us to die here. I didn't... want YOU to die here. Are you feeling better?"

{we are in no need of it now, but you will have to pay us back.}

Olivia made herself comfortable in Henry's lap, eyes closing and a small smile appearing when he put a hand on her. "Tell him I think he's very generous to be sharing with us and that I appreciate it," she mumbled out, curling closer.

{we have made a kill and if you'd like to remove a portion for yourself to eat... humans use fire to warm food before eating, right?} he motioned for the female wolf, telling her to bring the kill they had.

"H-Henry..." she tried to sit up but couldn't make it past her elbows. She began to tear up. "I feel terrible." She was still quite cold, she was achey, and she just felt sick overall. Not to mention weak. She'd kill to just be able to rest her head in Henry's lap and let him run his fingers through her hair while she rested.