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There is a still rather subdued Teja, sitting in a chair by the fireplace, and reading a small book with cats on the cover.
He is no longer likely to call any by the wrong name, and his fever is gone; but he is coughing, still, and taking time to fully return from the clutches of sickness.
He has hot mulled cider, and dark bread, which is he nibbling from time to time.
[[OOC: Insta-slowtime may apply, as the internet café closes in twenty minutes. I will be back tomorrow afternoon my time, though, for longer threading! All tags will from inbetween will be answered then.]]
He is no longer likely to call any by the wrong name, and his fever is gone; but he is coughing, still, and taking time to fully return from the clutches of sickness.
He has hot mulled cider, and dark bread, which is he nibbling from time to time.
[[OOC: Insta-slowtime may apply, as the internet café closes in twenty minutes. I will be back tomorrow afternoon my time, though, for longer threading! All tags will from inbetween will be answered then.]]