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...I feel a little sick. Strangely.

Do you need for me to help you? What can I do?

...I'm not sure what's wrong, so I don't know.

I can try to find out, but I don't know if it will work. I'm mostly attuned to earth based things right now.

I have a suspicion, but...

What will you do?

What is your suspicion?

I would take your hand, and then concentrate. I would see how your body works, and what I need to do to fix it.

...that I've caught something. Before I would cure anything that got into me at home... but now I can't go.

Do that?

*takes Norrin's hand to do that?*

*lets her!*

*he's sick, yep. not horribly, yet but--*

Do you want for me to heal you before it gets worse?

You can do that?

I can attempt to. I'm not very attuned to your world at the moment, but I can try.

Try...

*tries*

*she'll be able to heal the damage, at least. not that there was much. this doesn't help the fever*

I'm sorry that I can't do more.

It's fine... stop being sorry.

Alright.

You do good.

What good is any of it?

It's enough...

It's not. I would do better if I was not here... but I want to be here.

No. You do much better when you're here.

I've done bad things.

So have I.