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[ the lack of clothing doesn't faze him much — in turn, he hasn't got much on beyond a towel around his hips. he shoot her a concerned raise of the brow, eyes affixed on her face as if he's scrutinizing something.

there's a silence before he speaks. ]

You're sick. I can fetch you cold water.

[ there's another beat. ]

How bad is your fever?

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