Urianger takes a breath as he listens. Yeesh. That would definitely do it. But man…]
It…doth bode ill. [Coughing up blood is never a good sign.] Thou needest proper aid, ere it worsen still. However, I worry that Ish will not care to provide thee with such aid.
[She doesn't look surprised by the general prognosis in the least; little response is in her face or her eyes whatsoever. Perhaps the fever and weakness keep her from properly fully expressing it.]
Why should he? I only need to be well enough to kill.
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Andrew glances down at her herself to ensure that she's still fully clothed.]
I have a condition. I fall ill easily. Sleeping in the rain the other night must have made it worse.
The blood is recent.
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Urianger takes a breath as he listens. Yeesh. That would definitely do it. But man…]
It…doth bode ill. [Coughing up blood is never a good sign.] Thou needest proper aid, ere it worsen still. However, I worry that Ish will not care to provide thee with such aid.
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Why should he? I only need to be well enough to kill.
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...Indeed. 'Twould be a convenience to him more than anything, like as not.
But he hath not left us entirely without options. As I mentioned, the painkillers should at least keep thee comfortable.
[And the others will surely be willing to share.]