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[veryvorkosigan]

CALIBAN: Be not afeared. The isle is full of noises;
Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices
That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again...

*The thought of sleeping again is much less enticing than it has been lately

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[blue_ajah]

*There is a knock at the door, and Moiraine opens it just slightly and looks in.*

Cordelia? Am I intruding?

[veryvorkosigan]

*She sets the book aside, her eyes lighting with welcome.*

Moiraine. No, please, come in. I was hoping to see you.

[blue_ajah]

*She moves into the room and pauses, nodding.*

Yes; Will mentioned that you wanted to speak with me. You are better, I hope?

[veryvorkosigan]

I am, thank you. I should be able to get home soon. Tomorrow, I hope.

And then my doctors can get started on synthesizing the cure...