Lina gestured at the both of them.
"Yes, that was a bit...unnerving," Zel agreed.
Lina cocked her head to the side, then tapped the side of her head.
"I suppose that could be it: 'great minds think alike,' as they say," Zel interpreted aloud, mostly because their uncanny nonverbal communication was getting to be a tad disturbing.
That shamanism stuff must've made Zel psychic or something, Lina decided. Although that didn't explain why she knew what he meant during their silent conversation....she was a little freaked out, actually. So, she did what any beautiful sorceress genius would've in her position: she attacked her lunch with abandon.
It was really good soup, Lina discovered. It had looked like boring chicken broth, but in fact it had a delicious blend of herbs seasoning it; she'd rarely had soup so nicely prepared. Her first impulse, of course, was to consume it as quickly as possible. However, a rather strange thought flitted through her mind: if she ate more slowly, the soup would last longer, and therefore she'd be able to enjoy it longer. Hm, maybe Zel's logical thinking was rubbing off on her. At any rate, she couldn't argue with such logic, and slowed her pace.
Zel frowned slightly as he saw Lina start to eat slower. "You don't like the soup?"
Lina blinked, then shook her head violently. She motioned at the soup, then made a grandiose gesture.
"Oh, you do like the soup?" Zel inquired, somewhat hopefully.
Lina again nodded with zeal. She spread her arms apart.
"You...really like the soup?" he translated.
Lina nodded once, decisively: of course she really liked the soup!
"I'm glad," Zel said, smiling.
Lina went back to eating for a while, but stopped suddenly when something occurred to her. She looked over at Zel, pointed at him and then at the soup, then shrugged questioningly.
"Well...yes, I did make the soup," Zel confirmed a tad shyly.
Lina's eyes widened a bit: wow, impressive.
Zel shrugged modestly: if you say so.
She smiled widely at him before finishing the rest of the soup. She sighed sans sound and laid down, enjoying the tickle of the grass against her arms and neck.
"Tired?" Zel inquired. The more Lina slept, the sooner she'd get better, he figured. Except...he was really enjoying spending this time alone with her...he still wanted her to get well quickly, though. Really.
Lina considered the question a moment. She was a little tired, and the grass and the breeze felt sooo nice. She propped herself up on an elbow, nodded decisively, then laid back down.
"Oh, you want to stay here to nap?"
Lina gestured lazily: you got it.
The weather was nice, and it was quiet and peaceful here, Zel noted. It couldn't hurt for to rest here a while. Although...
Lina blinked in confusion as Zel removed his cloak and folded it into a medium-sized square. "Lift your head," he instructed, and Lina obliged, curious. He set the makeshift pillow under her head. Oh, that's why he did it.
"You'll get a crick in your neck otherwise," he explained.
Well, whatever. It was comfortable, Lina had to admit, and it smelled nice. Lina turned over on her side and nuzzled against the impromptu pillow. Yes, it smelled really nice, just like Zel.
Lina blinked. Where had that thought come from? Must be because she was tired. She closed her eyes. Yes, she just needed a little nap, that was all.
Zel smiled fondly as he watched Lina turn on her side and snuggle against his cloak. He never thought he'd be jealous of his cloak. If he'd still been wearing it and she...whoa! What was he doing, thinking something like that?! He shook his head, trying to rid himself of those inappropriate thoughts.
It wasn't long before Lina's breathing became deep and even, and Zel relaxed a bit when he couldn't detect her having any difficulty drawing breath. Things were so pleasant that he was tempted to lie down himself. However, he had no doubt that if he did, he'd fall asleep, and he wasn't going to do /that/ again.
Lina shifted in her sleep, rolling over onto her back. A lovely smile spread across her face, and Zel wondered absently about what she was dreaming.
He started as she sighed--audibly! It seemed she was regaining her voice. Which meant things would be back to normal soon. ...great.

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There. That's likely more than anyone wanted to read.

--Elizabeth, Trickster Priestess ~_~