I suppose we won't know until the truth shows itself.
[That's probably the most cryptic thing he's said all day.]
We'll wait and see, I guess. [He takes the mug from Ardyn with an inaudible "thank you" to follow. After a few sips, Fynn finally admits to his malady which a feat within itself.]
Colder than a witch's toe, to be honest. You got the damn windows open.
[And so, once again the conversation concerning memories is put carefully to the side in Ardyn's mind. He chooses to focus on Fynn's health for now, as that appears to be the most pressing matter.
A frown.]
No, I don't. You're feeling chilled because you're probably running a fever.
[And then, a bit sternly, like a parent talking to a child:] Stay home tomorrow. You'd be useless at work anyway.
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[That's probably the most cryptic thing he's said all day.]
We'll wait and see, I guess. [He takes the mug from Ardyn with an inaudible "thank you" to follow. After a few sips, Fynn finally admits to his malady which a feat within itself.]
Colder than a witch's toe, to be honest. You got the damn windows open.
[No, he doesn't.]
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A frown.]
No, I don't. You're feeling chilled because you're probably running a fever.
[And then, a bit sternly, like a parent talking to a child:] Stay home tomorrow. You'd be useless at work anyway.