37th Scroll
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[Rokuta is sitting on his bed in his room, looking pretty ill with one hand over his nose and mouth. This is possibly because there is faint traces of blood in his hair. A winged woman sits behind him, hands on his shoulders and peering worriedly at the kirin's sweat covered face. His voice comes out weakly.]
Isn't there... any clean water anywhere? I can't stand this. The smell is everywhere...
[Rokuta is sitting on his bed in his room, looking pretty ill with one hand over his nose and mouth. This is possibly because there is faint traces of blood in his hair. A winged woman sits behind him, hands on his shoulders and peering worriedly at the kirin's sweat covered face. His voice comes out weakly.]
Isn't there... any clean water anywhere? I can't stand this. The smell is everywhere...