His busted nose had oddly been healed when he came back. He lacked bruises from the fight as well. Like the world knew he would be suffering so they gave him a small favor. Those tired brown eyes looked her over... as if finally noticing it. "...How?" He asked quietly. "The gods must have blessed you." He spoke quietly, sitting back against the headboard, holding the soup bowl now between both hands for the warmth. He was half cold as ice, half burning up. The way sickness seemed to do.
"Other people got sick?" he asked curiously, his eyes shifting to her as he lifted the spoon to start greedily gobbling it down. "Do you think I will be able to return to work tomorrow?" He asked despite the fact he was clearly still very unwell.
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Date: 2016-12-09 03:07 pm (UTC)"Other people got sick?" he asked curiously, his eyes shifting to her as he lifted the spoon to start greedily gobbling it down. "Do you think I will be able to return to work tomorrow?" He asked despite the fact he was clearly still very unwell.