Seasonal health concerns

[beats_up_crabs]

*wearing many layers and looking simultaneously pallid and unhealthily flushed is a youth that no one has seen in a while. He is at the entrance hallway, watching the snowstorm outside the window*

I hope no one has gone venturing out for long in this weather. It wouldn't bode well to if anyone were to catch ill at this time.

[Note: Forgot to say

Comments

[percivalthegale]

*also staying inside, gladly* It's a terrible gale out there. I had to go down to the stables and back and I swear the snow was already up to the top of my boots.

[beats_up_crabs]

*nods quietly, gaze still upon that scenery* It does seem to be that high at the moment...

*all that snow...it's enough to give him chills. Literally.*

[percivalthegale]

As long as you have no need to be outside, Sir Lazlo, I advise you don't. Stay in and have some nice hot tea or something.

[beats_up_crabs]

*tea...haha...*

That does sound more pleasant than facing the snow.

[beats_up_crabs]

*certainly won't go out, no, and, turns to Eileen as he answers politely* I'm fine, Miss...

*really should be in bed however*

[beats_up_crabs]

*nods slowly* I'm certain, Miss. I'm afraid a visit at the infirmary won't be beneficial to me, but I appreciate the concern.

[silver_mathiu]

I hope not...I'm short on medicine at the moment...

[beats_up_crabs]

*aware of that since the last inventory check..* I'm sorry, Dr Mathiu. *would've been taking care of that duty if he hadn't been out of commission*

[silver_mathiu]

No worries, Lazlo. You need to rest up.

[beats_up_crabs]

*still feels very guilty about it* Yes.. thank you, sir.

[noble_rage]

Are you sick, Lazlo? You seem unwell.

[beats_up_crabs]

Hello, Kyril. I'm... better than I have been before. *though not by much*

How are you?

[speak_withfists]

You don't got to worry 'bout me! I've got warm clothes.

*warm clothes consist of a ratty coat, a new hat, mittens, and a scarf*