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[le_desirous]

As Courfeyrac intimated earlier to Phedre, Sagramore isn't doing as well as he could be. It's not because of anything, really, just some sort of neurological fail, but his seizures have been unusually frequent and unusually difficult

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[phedre_25]

You wouldn't expect Phedre not to look him up after her conversation with Courfeyrac, would you?

So here she is, rapping at the door, she has a basket of goodies on her arm, and a brave smile.

She promised herself she wouldn't look worried, and that she wouldn't mother him - mostly because she realizes he hates that. She's just here to bring some sunshine in his room.

She's not going to go anywhere, though.

[le_desirous]

He makes a muffled tired noise and opens his eyes. "Igen?"

[phedre_25]

"Aye, love." She forces the joyful note in her voice, but it's there and audible - mostly because she is good at this, really she is. "May I come in? T'is been a long while, I miss you."

[le_desirous]

"--Yes, of course," sitting up hurriedly.

[phedre_25]

So in she comes, then, with her little basket on her arm, smiling brightly.

"It's good to see you again, Chevalier." She will close the distance, quick, but maybe it's just because she's happy to see you, Sagramore.

[le_desirous]

He smiles, looking--less than awesome, frankly. "It's good to see you too. How are you?"

[phedre_25]

She leans, to kiss him lightly. "I'm well, love." Worried about a million things, but well. "And yourself?"

And look, she's asking conversationally, as if it all were completely normal. Look, look!

[le_desirous]

"Very well." Ha.

He puts his hand on her waist familiarly.

[phedre_25]

Oh, liar liar pants on fire.

"I am glad to hear it." She sits across from him, on the bed, close, very close. "How has your time been? I've not seen you at the Fair."

[le_desirous]

"No, no, I was a little tired. I'm sorry."

[phedre_25]

"Such is the season change for many." She touches his cheek, gently. "It will pass, no doubt."

She knows it's not. She also knows the lie is better for now.

[le_desirous]

"No doubt." He takes her hand and kisses it.

[phedre_25]

She accepts it elegantly, with a small laughter full of joy.

"Oh, Sagramore, how lovely a man you are."

[le_desirous]

"Don't all men behave like this around you?"

[phedre_25]

"Only those who have excellent taste in women," she replies with a charming grin.

Which does not include Sir Kay.

[le_desirous]

"Flattery, my lady, flattery."