A/N: written for challenge 186 - "quote xi: we are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine. — eduardo galeano" at 100words.
"I'm fine, Azura," Corrin mumbled, stepping away from the campfire. "It's just—"
A tickling sensation in her nose stirred her reflexes, made her bend over and sneeze. Her entire body immediately jolted, seizing up as pain spread across her back and up into her skull.
"—allergies," she finished, with a sniffle. "A good night's rest is all I need."
"Yes," Azura said, stifling a giggle. She looped her arm around Corrin's and smiled, attempting not to stare at the large silver wings now protruding from Corrin's back or the horns jutting from her head. "Come. You'll be better by morning."