[Sorrel scoffs at that, and lets his freshly-washed head loll back so that he can look Adasse in the eye-- or at least in the face. He lifts a hand, dripping, from the water and sets it against Adasse's forehead for a moment.]
Well, you don't have a fever. [He shifts a little more, to get a better look, and his smile is bemused.] And you don't look like someone with a head injury...
...So, explain this to me, how exactly I can be a soothing person, when as far as I can tell I spend all my time practically dying of panic?
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[Sorrel scoffs at that, and lets his freshly-washed head loll back so that he can look Adasse in the eye-- or at least in the face. He lifts a hand, dripping, from the water and sets it against Adasse's forehead for a moment.]
Well, you don't have a fever. [He shifts a little more, to get a better look, and his smile is bemused.] And you don't look like someone with a head injury...
...So, explain this to me, how exactly I can be a soothing person, when as far as I can tell I spend all my time practically dying of panic?