[She makes a slight face at the sight of her cat taking up a large amount of space on Sam's cot -- and Adva, too, being aggravating, as usual. But she sighs, tiptoeing forward to adjust the papers and books so they avoid getting destroyed by the cats, frowning in irritation at Sam, who was conscious ten seconds ago.
He's getting worse. There's not really much she can do about that.
Still, with how pale and clammy he is...
Rei huffs softly to herself and leaves. Ten minutes later, she is back -- and when Sam wakes up, there is a pitcher of water with a little note attached.]
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He's getting worse. There's not really much she can do about that.
Still, with how pale and clammy he is...
Rei huffs softly to herself and leaves. Ten minutes later, she is back -- and when Sam wakes up, there is a pitcher of water with a little note attached.]
YOU STILL AREN'T GETTING OUT OF IT.
MY VISIONS ALWAYS COME TRUE.