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[onceandfutureprat]

[There's a small silence, and then he coughs. And sneezes. Sneezes again. Ugh.]

Merlin!



[ooc; Arthur caught Charles's cold. Damn you Charles.]

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[maidtoqueen]

Oh Arthur. [she smiles sympathetically and runs a hand through his hair] Let's get you wrapped up.

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[onceandfutureprat]

[He smiles at her, because she's Guinevere and he has never thought she was an idiot. Unlike Merlin.]

Whatever my Queen says.

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[maidtoqueen]

Exactly. Now relax.

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[onceandfutureprat]

[That order is followed by a horrible coughing fit so it's kind of hard for him to do that.]

Ugh, Guinevere. [He's definitely whining a little here.]

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[maidtoqueen]

I know. [She's sympathetic. For now.]

Have you had anything to help ease it?

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[onceandfutureprat]

Merlin brought something earlier. It didn't do much. [Like Merlin. The idiot.]

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[maidtoqueen]

Let's get you something to drink first.

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[onceandfutureprat]

Okay. [Arthur pulls his pillow closer to himself, kind of... waiting for her to bring it to him.]

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[maidtoqueen]

[She just brings him water. No wine for you when you're ill! Sitting next to him, she smiles and holds out the goblet] Here.