[ After it's released, Caleb swipes the back of his hand crudely across his mouth to wipe the spit from his lips. The longer he stands here, the more unsteady he feels. It's probably a good thing that Sherwood is still bracing him somewhat. ]
I-- [ Deep breath. His chest feels tighter than it should, his head cotton-stuffed, and he can sense the heat in his fever-flushed skin. But it's not bad enough to leave him bedridden, to prevent him from moving or talking or being self-aware, and there's very little pain beyond his throat. He's been in far worse shape and carried on. Still, an assessment like you don't have time to be making house calls is rather ominous when stricken with a deadly illness it seems no one fully understands. ] They would, I'm sure.
[ If there's no delay in seeing his messages, of course. Can he really afford to be discerning? Is his comfort worth the risk when he is clearly getting worse? ]
I may need to sit down after all. This place just...it unsettles me a bit. [ A more personal admission than he cares to make to a stranger, but nothing damning. ]
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I-- [ Deep breath. His chest feels tighter than it should, his head cotton-stuffed, and he can sense the heat in his fever-flushed skin. But it's not bad enough to leave him bedridden, to prevent him from moving or talking or being self-aware, and there's very little pain beyond his throat. He's been in far worse shape and carried on. Still, an assessment like you don't have time to be making house calls is rather ominous when stricken with a deadly illness it seems no one fully understands. ] They would, I'm sure.
[ If there's no delay in seeing his messages, of course. Can he really afford to be discerning? Is his comfort worth the risk when he is clearly getting worse? ]
I may need to sit down after all. This place just...it unsettles me a bit. [ A more personal admission than he cares to make to a stranger, but nothing damning. ]