[ Part of him wonders if he shouldn't just leave now, but the reaction and the look of Arthur's face alone, is not something he can simply leave. That feels worse, paining him more than leaving the rest of his worries in the courtyard below. It's here or it's out there with the fauns until he's bodily dragged away.
He crosses the room, settling as gently as he can at the foot of Arthur's bed. (It looks worse up close). And then asks again: ]
I asked how you were feeling.
[ Which obviously isn't well, but he can't exactly do anything about a nebulous "bad." ]
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He crosses the room, settling as gently as he can at the foot of Arthur's bed. (It looks worse up close). And then asks again: ]
I asked how you were feeling.
[ Which obviously isn't well, but he can't exactly do anything about a nebulous "bad." ]