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[ar_zimraphel]

*wakes up feeling a little queasy*

*figures she's caught that human plague going around after all*

*rolls over with a discontent groan*

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[tar_calion]

*comes in waving a note*

Izrê! Check it out, Team Evil are more of a back-biting bunch than we are! Izrê? Why aren't you up yet?

It's late, you all right?

[ar_zimraphel]

*blinks*

*nods vaguely*

Yeah. Feel a bit rough. I think I finally succumbed to that bug going around.

[tar_calion]

HA! *nances*

Told you! Just because you're not ill yet, DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE NOT INCUBATING IT!

[ar_zimraphel]

*makes an obscene gesture from the confines of bed*

Shut up and make me feel better you jerk.

[tar_calion]

*smirks*

*fluffs your pillow*
*pats your head* >:p

[ar_zimraphel]

*cringes*

Don't do that. My head hurts. AND my stomach's churning.

[tar_calion]

Okay. I'll cease being a jerk.

*feels your forehead* Hm. Don't seem to have a temperature.

Need anything? Want me to yell at the servants to make you some soup?

[ar_zimraphel]

*nods*

Soup would be nice.

[tar_calion]

*smoothes your hair back and kisses your temple*

Okay. Just stay warm.

*Goes to find his mother*
*figures the kitchen staff are probably more scared of her than they are of him now*

[lomihina]

*is busy screaming at some hapless cleaning girl for letting dust accumulate behind a picture*

[tar_calion]

*actually winces*

*waits until the poor girl has fled*

Ammê? Any souply recommendations for those with delicate constitutions?

[lomihina]

Hmm? What, are you feeling okay? You're not having a relapse with that hideous flu-bug, are you?

[tar_calion]

No, no, I'm fine, it's for Zimraphel. She's come down with it...or it might be a different one, 'tis the season after all.

[gimilkhad]

What's that? Shorty's got the plague?

[tar_calion]

*Glowers*

She has a name, Attû two, in fact.

[gimilkhad]

If you can call her Zimraphel, I can call her Shorty.