[ he notices. of course he does. but rather than comment, he simply plucks up the second cupㅡanother tea, just like hersㅡand lifts the lid, and tips it back. ]
How long? [ had she been ill, tucked away in that impressive nest of blankets. long enough for a cold to tip over into a fever? something more than just the usual cold-related congestion and unpleasantness. she would have no way of knowing the risks, coming from a desert world like jakku. ]
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How long? [ had she been ill, tucked away in that impressive nest of blankets. long enough for a cold to tip over into a fever? something more than just the usual cold-related congestion and unpleasantness. she would have no way of knowing the risks, coming from a desert world like jakku. ]