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[veryvorkosigan]

*The sores are beginning to scab over, and the fever's stayed down for most of the day. And she is beginning to feel hungry, for the first time in more days than she can remember. Maybe when Peter comes back she'll ask for something more substantial than broth and juice

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[sign_seeker]

*A quiet knock on the door*

[veryvorkosigan]

*She puts the Shakespeare face down on her chest, and raises her voice.*

Yes?

[sign_seeker]

*The door opens, and Will pokes his head in*

[veryvorkosigan]

Will!

*She sits up with some difficulty. Shakespeare slides off onto the blanket, unregarded.*

You're back? Is Moiraine all right? Peter Pettigrew told me --