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He laughs along with her, his heart lightened by hearing her.

"oh my .. I needed that"

He does join her, reclining on the pillow next to her. "Now, finish that broth..."

"It's true what they say, Ailil are tyrants" Ammmph

He rests his head down for just a moment.

She strokes HIS hair

His eyelids flutter... then drop. It occurs to her that they may wish to have all of the 'healthy' folk take a dose of broth as well, as a preventative.

But for now, he's out cold!

"My gallant lord, andyes, a wee bit of a tyrant, but a lovely one" true to her word,she showers. And she wills to the fire _I remember your help. And thank you. _

The flame burns brighter, strengthened by Nadeen's strength!

She cleans, dries, dresses, tends to her liege while he sleeps, and then, goes about the hold's buisness, in charge once more and deeply touched when she finds Pyshkha has been vigilant near her bed this whole time

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