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"You've a fever." She says it decisively, taking her hand off his forehead. She's worried about him, but not quite to fretting yet. Caring for people is kind of her thing, and he is her lover. He's more deserving of her caring and fussing than anyone.
"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"
"How's the rest of you? Stomach all right?"