[She leans down, bracing her free hand against her knee to put herself more at eye level with the capricious bard. He doesn't always tell her what is on his mind and she doesn't try to force it when he gives her the same courtesy in turn, but he's acting strange. Vennessa's known him long enough to be able to see that.]
You're not sick are you. [Lightly, she presses the back of her hand to his forehead.] Can you even get sick? [Had she ever asked that?
But she's mostly teasing him. She smiles as she straightens up.]
Can't say I'm impressed with being here... but if you're here too, that makes it a bit easier.
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[She leans down, bracing her free hand against her knee to put herself more at eye level with the capricious bard. He doesn't always tell her what is on his mind and she doesn't try to force it when he gives her the same courtesy in turn, but he's acting strange. Vennessa's known him long enough to be able to see that.]
You're not sick are you. [Lightly, she presses the back of her hand to his forehead.] Can you even get sick? [Had she ever asked that?
But she's mostly teasing him. She smiles as she straightens up.]
Can't say I'm impressed with being here... but if you're here too, that makes it a bit easier.