[By her observation, there was definitely nothing on him that was life threatening- she might press to see under that bandage, and he'd seemed slightly feverish, but he appeared far better off than the other patients from the jail she'd seen earlier that night. Almost suspiciously so.
But she didn't say anything, instead clambering gracelessly into a cushioned chair and taking a long drag of her mug, attempting to but not very successfully hiding how exhausted she was herself as she looked him over from her new position curiously.]
Why is it, then?
[Medicine at the very least she was already planning to foist on him- something for fever, perhaps a salve for the hand.]
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But she didn't say anything, instead clambering gracelessly into a cushioned chair and taking a long drag of her mug, attempting to but not very successfully hiding how exhausted she was herself as she looked him over from her new position curiously.]
Why is it, then?
[Medicine at the very least she was already planning to foist on him- something for fever, perhaps a salve for the hand.]