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[interior]

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[seaboard]

[ after this. ]

Please, please take care of him, hold him well, he will say that he does not want it but he always needs it when he's...

He never wants to eat, either, I found it better to give him small things to help him.

[interior]

[A moment, for him to scan Quentin's conversations, save him from asking is there a reason why you're not going to come do this yourself.]

You could bring some food by. Leave it downstairs. I'll make sure he gets it.

[seaboard]

Thank you.

[ She pauses quietly. ]

Is there something you like, as well?

[interior]

I was a soldier. I can eat anything.

[seaboard]

That is the most soldierly of answers, my guardswoman always says the same when I ask.

[ there is no laugh, she cannot find that, at the moment, but she is trying. ]

At least tell me, something sweet or savoury?

[interior]

Savoury.

[seaboard]

Thank you.

[ And when she drops off the food for Quentin, there is a separate little plate filled with pierogi and kepta duona with a bottle of beer just for him. ]