[ That sounds melodramatic, but one can never be too careful with this sickness progressing at different rates for different people, some of them sounding like they're at death's door while others staunchly insist they're not.
At least she's still moving, Minato thinks to himself as he slows his wandering the halls to a stop. He's got a small dog with him, a white shiba inu who gently pokes a cold nose at Korwa's cheek while Minato crouches down at her side. ]
Is this darkness called "sleep"? I can help you clean up so nothing gets stepped on.
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At least she's still moving, Minato thinks to himself as he slows his wandering the halls to a stop. He's got a small dog with him, a white shiba inu who gently pokes a cold nose at Korwa's cheek while Minato crouches down at her side. ]
Is this darkness called "sleep"? I can help you clean up so nothing gets stepped on.