Unable to keep his illness at bay, Sigma too had fallen into the sleep he had direly needed, though his fever only worsened as evening fell. Despite his suffering Eponine's hand around his had soothed him into unconsciousness - it had been a very long time since he had slept next to a child of his and so long as she stroked his hand, he could sleep the whole night.
He had heard Eva's voice somewhere far away, an echo through his dream loud enough to be heard, nudging him gently awake - then Eponine's shout wakes him like a cattle prod and he leaps up, remembering his duty, almost hitting his head on the base of the tree. His hands sink into the dirt on either side of Eponine's body and he shields her with his own, bracing himself for a sword against the back, turning his neck to snarl at whoever had appeared and startled her. Then his vision focuses to reveal Eva, and Sigma blinks twice, overwhelmingly confused. He does not yet notice R.
Putting the pieces together, his expression sinks apologetically - he withdraws back to his spot with a thud, exhausted from the overreaction, blood beating in his ears from his strained heart working harder than it can handle. He rolls onto his back and closes his eyes with a low moan.
"Eponine, my dear, it's just Eva," he drawls, equal parts sympathetic and annoyed, like scolding a child who would invent imaginary monsters under their bed late at night. If this flu didn't kill him, Eponine would. His eye still closed, and his cybernetic one shut down to save energy, he speaks to Eva now. "Who did you bring?" Their hiding place was already cramped, but he supposed another Tribute who could fight would take the pressure off of his partner.
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He had heard Eva's voice somewhere far away, an echo through his dream loud enough to be heard, nudging him gently awake - then Eponine's shout wakes him like a cattle prod and he leaps up, remembering his duty, almost hitting his head on the base of the tree. His hands sink into the dirt on either side of Eponine's body and he shields her with his own, bracing himself for a sword against the back, turning his neck to snarl at whoever had appeared and startled her. Then his vision focuses to reveal Eva, and Sigma blinks twice, overwhelmingly confused. He does not yet notice R.
Putting the pieces together, his expression sinks apologetically - he withdraws back to his spot with a thud, exhausted from the overreaction, blood beating in his ears from his strained heart working harder than it can handle. He rolls onto his back and closes his eyes with a low moan.
"Eponine, my dear, it's just Eva," he drawls, equal parts sympathetic and annoyed, like scolding a child who would invent imaginary monsters under their bed late at night. If this flu didn't kill him, Eponine would. His eye still closed, and his cybernetic one shut down to save energy, he speaks to Eva now. "Who did you bring?" Their hiding place was already cramped, but he supposed another Tribute who could fight would take the pressure off of his partner.