#I smashed the entire 2.5k out in one day… very excited about it

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WIP Saturday

Or, more Pink Bunny AU where Ravio finally gets taken care of.

@thatonecrazysidekick @tiredgaytheatrekid more Pink Bunny!

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“Dismissed,” Zelda spoke, waving her guards off. “Thank you,” she added, smiling to each of them, before the doors were closed behind them. Without a hitch, Zelda swept Ravio up into a bridal carry. “To the couch?” she asked, and Hilda didn’t bother fighting the blush that crept up her neck and warmed her cheeks.

“Let’s,” she agreed, focusing her attention on her unwell friend, clearing the couch of all cushions but one for Ravio’s head. Zelda set him down carefully, setting the back of her hand over his forehead. Her lips twisted, and Hilda followed suit. She hadn’t noticed before, but Ravio had grown warm with fever; no wonder he was so weak.

“He’s feverish,” Zelda murmured.

“I didn’t realise. Oh, Bun…” She took his hand, squeezing tightly and wishing she had known sooner. Sheerow pressed closer, squeezing into the crook of Ravio’s neck and nuzzling against him to comfort. Ravio’s unfocused eyes wouldn’t meet hers.

“What has happened?” Zelda asked, fetching a washcloth and basin of water. “You look terrible,” she added as she wetted the cloth, squeezed out most of the water before setting it over Ravio’s forehead, pulling a relieved sigh from him. “And where is Link? Why is he not taking care of…” Zelda trailed off as a whimper escaped Ravio, his eyes watering all over again. She turned to Hilda, eyes wide, and Hilda shook her head, mouthed we’ll talk about it later.

“Okay, it’s okay,” she quieted Ravio’s whimpers and soft sobs, brushing his hair out of his face. “We’re here now, and we’ll take care of you, alright?”

Ravio hummed. Sniffled.

“I’ll get you some chamomile,” Hilda said, slipping over to the little kitchenette, where a pot of boiled water already awaited her. Zelda did love her tea, and fondness for the other girl warmed her bones as she set to work scooping out the chamomile, setting it in a little strainer in a clean mug and pouring hot water over it. “I won’t be a minute, Bun.”

“Let me get my hairbrush. When was the last time you brushed your hair?” Zelda chastised him lightly. No heat lay behind her words, and it wasn’t a moment before Zelda was helping Ravio to sit up again, refreshing his washcloth and guiding him to hold it against his head while she began to pull his hair back and away from his face.

As Hilda made her way back over and passed Ravio the mug of steaming chamomile sweetened with honey, Zelda began to run the brush through his hair, careful and tender, wary of catching on a knot and hurting him. Hilda took the cloth from Ravio and refreshed it again, using the corner to clean his face, still tear-stained from his earlier breakdown. Zelda worked her magic swiftly and was securing Ravio’s hair into a fishtail braid before he finished half his cup of tea. Hilda encouraged him to lean against her again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, smiling when his head fell against her shoulder, when he buried his face into her neck. Accepting comfort.

Zelda pressed against his other side once she was finished with Ravio’s hair, taking his hand and twining their fingers together, a reassurance. Enveloped by the two of them and the blanket of his exhaustion and illness, it wasn’t long before Ravio drifted off against Hilda. She smiled as his breathing evened out, tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear that had found its way out of Zelda’s firm braid.