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[le_desirous]

To-day not in his room; on the porch again, slouched in a slant-backed chair, head leaned back and eyes closed. His breath is heavy, but that's not really a pertinent fact: he's taken off his sword and has no coffee and is wide awake despite the fact that he is doing a pretty good imitation of passed out.

Really he's just listening.

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[phedre_25]

Because it's a beautiful day, and she is tired with the walks and berry-picking she's been doing, Phedre decides to read out this day.

She quietly sits, a respectful distance from the sleeping man, and starts to read - she's been developing an interest in the works of Lord Byron, recently, though why him in particular is anybody's guess.

[le_desirous]

Sagramore opens one eye, looks at her, and goes back to pretending to be unconscious.

[phedre_25]

She's reading, but her eyes are restless, so she puts away the book and looks about... and her eyes fall to him again. He doesn't look overall restful, that way. Or maybe it's because he's not well. Oh my.

She stands, and carefully walks over.

"My Lord?" Gently.

[le_desirous]

"Nothing more than sir, I promise you."

[phedre_25]

A genuine smile. "You seemed ill. Are you alright?"

[le_desirous]

He still hasn't actually opened his eyes. "I think so. Moderately."

[phedre_25]

"Might I be of any assistance?" A little bit of worry seeps through.

[le_desirous]

"No, no. I beg your pardon, my lady."

[phedre_25]

"No harm done," she replies, then stands. "Though why you are such is beyond curious," she observes very pragmatically.

[le_desirous]

"Why I am which?" Since he appears to be engaged in what promised to be a full-blown conversation, he draws himself up a little and actually looks at her.

[phedre_25]

"Appearing to be ill, yet not at all," she replies with a little shrug. Since he actually is looking at her, she bobs a curtsy.

[le_desirous]

"I appear to be ill because I'm tired."

[phedre_25]

"That is regrettable, My Lord. Although your bed might be a more comfortable place to find rest, might it not?"

[le_desirous]

"That's intuitive," mildly.

[phedre_25]

She chuckles. "Well, if that pleases you, and you are in need of no assistance, be well."

She turns to return to her seat and resume her reading.

[le_desirous]

He does indeed remain where he is for a while, feeling weird and uncomfortable without his sword, and far too sober for the day generally.