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Being without electricity didn't bother Sidon too much; there wasn't much of it in Hyrule, and what there was (usually in the raw form of lightning) was practically lethal to the Zora. But there was one aspect of it that he'd grown rather used to and found extremely important, especially now that he was without it: heating his sleeping tank. Oh, how he'd taken that small luxury for granted! So now he was sleeping on dry ground, still chilled to the bone, honestly surprised that he didn't have to break a film of ice off the top of the tank with how frigid the water had become.

Thus the reason he'd migrated to the common room, blankets thrown over his shoulders, huddled in front of the TV-turned-fireplace for warmth, eating still-frozen fishsticks out of a bad.

He knew it wasn't likely to be a treat for many people here, but for him, the little delicacy made his current misery somewhat more tolerable.

[[open common room is open!]]

The weather was still a little chilly, but it was raining a little, so it would have been rather foolish for Sidon to keep himself in the much drier indoors. He didn't suspect he'd have much company, but he was also quite satisfied to just stand on the edge of the deck, looking out at the preserve and just enjoying the rejuvenating feel of water all over his lately-too-parched skin.

If this was what the end of winter was like around here, then he had to admit, he was a very big fan of it!

[[I wrote this up to appear busy to avoid an annoying customer, hum hum hum. But it's totally open, though there might be some SP due to more training stuff at work]]

Take it easy, the staff at the clinic had said. Let yourself heal, they said. No problem, Sidon had said, flashing a grin and a pump of his fist that sent his injured shoulder screaming and him falling back on the pillow with pain.

So he was going to take it easy. But taking it easy, he was discovering, was not so easy at all!

He wanted to fight; he wanted to train and get better because Sunday had been far too close of a call for comfort, and he kept hearing Mipha's soft, proud voice in his head, Sweet Sidon, should fate ever part us, I'm counting on you...to protect our beloved home from harm.

I believe in you.

What if Breq hadn't been there? Who would protect Zora's Domain if he had perished so young and foolishly? He needed to be stronger, he needed to be smarter.

And he needed to heal. That, just then, was the hardest part for him, and he was getting restless staying in his tank all day, and he couldn't really swim because it would be too taxing for his body and too cold right now anyway. He could eat, though, and he had some sushi he'd picked up on the way home waiting in the fridge, and he had decided it might be a good time to brush up on his English reading, so he had a terrifyingly good book to keep him distracted. He knew things got a little quieter in the breaks between semesters, but perhaps someone would be about and keep him company eventually if he curled up on the couch (well..."curl" was a very...relative word in his case) in the common room for a bit to pass a little time.

And heal.

[[open common room is open!]]

Even Sidon had to admit, through all of his hard work and dedication and studying, his ability to read and interpret English writing had improved immensely over the past few weeks. He wasn't exactly ready to sit down and enjoy a lengthy novel or anything like that, but signs were easier and little details here and there like looking into the history of the island and the school and noticing that there was a pool in the basement of the dormitory building. He rather enjoyed the waters around the island for swimming, but he had to admit he was a little curious about this pool and decided to spend his afternoon relaxing in it and enjoying it.

Those plans stemmed from his experiences with pools, which were usually quite naturally occurring in nature, under the shadow of a mountain, or like the one underneath the courtyard in Zora's Domain, where swift-lotus grew and hot-footed frogs swam among the lily pads. It did not take long for his assumptions to start to prove wrong, though, as the building remained very much in that bulky architecture of humans, so different from the delicate and graceful work of the Zora. And then there was the smell. By the goddesses, that smell was one of the most foul things Sidon had ever had the displeasure of smelling, and he had been inside the belly of an octorok before! He hadn't even reached the pool yet, and he already had reservations, thinking of just turning back now and heading for the port instead.

But, no, he was already here, might as well check it out, and then be fully, completely, and wholly disappointed by the large, boring, concrete monstrosity that the pool ended up being. And he realized that the awful smell was coming directly from the water itself. He knelt down beside the pool, dipping a hand in, wincing at the acrid aroma as he lifted the water in his palm to his nose for closer inspection.

And nearly tumbled back from the violent reaction of disgust.

"Poison!" he declared in shock. "This water has been poisoned!"

Someone was not a fan of chlorine.

[[it's dumb how long this scene has been sitting in the back of my head. it's open! albeit a little slow due to work ]]