[His eyes are closed when she walks in this time, a fresh sheen of sweat on his body, his limbs still shaking. He can hear her, knows she's there... but it takes a moment for him to wrench his eyes open, to blink blearily up at her and try and push himself up, failing once before he catches his elbow at the right angle, hoisting himself further up the pillows, reaching out with shaky hands for the tea.]
Thanks... [Yeah. His voice is weaker, now. Weaker and almost a bit clumsy. Like he's losing that perfect control of his tongue]
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Thanks... [Yeah. His voice is weaker, now. Weaker and almost a bit clumsy. Like he's losing that perfect control of his tongue]