RileySavage7 on ao3 requested "Musa/Layla taking care of the other who is ill". Requests from this prompt list are now closed.
Musa stepped into the bedroom and instantly ducked, narrowly avoiding the pillow that thumped against the wall next to her head. She checked to make sure nothing had spilled on the tray she was holding before turning to Layla with a raised eyebrow.
To her credit, the other fairy looked sheepish, nestled amongst the mound of pillows and balancing a box of tissues on her lap as she was. "Sorry," she said, her voice hoarse, before sniffing miserably. "I thought you were Stella."
"No explanations necessary then, love the girl as I do, I too often want to hit her with a pillow." She picked her way across the room, carefully stepping between the tissues strewn on the floor.
"Sorry," Layla said, watching her progress. "I should pick those up… I got most of them in the trash but…" She gestured towards the trash can sitting in the corner of the room, half filled with yet more tissues.
Musa changed course, making a beeline for it. "You didn't think to move it closer?" she asked, shifting the tray to one hand, using the other to pick up the bin and bring it with her.
"I can barely move," Layla grumbled before coughing into her elbow.
"Is your ability to ask for help broken?"
Layla picked at the edge of her blanket but didn't answer.
"You're your own worst enemy sometimes I swear," Musa grumbled even as she set the trash can down and took a seat on the edge of the bed. It was work of a single hand wave to have the tissues on the floor rising in the air and zooming into the bin.
Layla ignored her, and instead eyed the tray suspiciously. "What's that?"
"Tea," Musa began, before pausing when Layla sneezed loudly into a tissue. "It was my mother's recipe."
Layla's expression softened even as she said, "Flora's already had me drink ten different teas. Nothing's worked."
"This will," Musa said firmly, picking up the pot and filling the cup with the sweet-smelling drink. "And no offense to Flora's abilities, but it'll probably taste a lot better too."
Maybe it was because Musa had said it was her mother's recipe, or maybe Layla just didn't have the energy to protest further but whatever the reason she took the teacup without complaint.
"Your hands are freezing," Musa exclaimed when their fingers brushed.
"Layla shrugged. "Fairy-flu'll do that to you."
She drank deeply from the cup, humming happily at the taste, while Musa shook her head and clucked her tongue. She leant forward and laid her hands over Layla's over the cup. Bloom would have been able to do it without thinking, but it took Musa a moment to recall the spell to bring heat to her hands. When it worked it was worth it to see the smile it brought to Layla's face.
"I didn't take you to be such the mother hen," she said, after a moment's quiet.
Musa shifted, self-conscious for the first time since she'd entered the room, before shrugging. When she spoke, her voice was gruff. "Yeah well, it's been boring around here with you in bed all week, so you'd better get better soon."