[ Francel's giddy amusement might be cause for concern, but it's endearing and infectious while it lasts — and then his discomfort rears its head, and Zephirin places aside the retort on his tongue to focus on Francel's reddened cheek. Straightening up, he pushes himself to his feet. ]
I imagine he'll have one on hand — I'll go find out.
[ Within moments of leaving for the other side of the curtain, a hushed exchange later, Zephirin returns, an ice pack wrapped in paper towels at the ready. He makes to hand it over, once seated on the bed again, only to press it gently to Francel's bruise. ]
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I imagine he'll have one on hand — I'll go find out.
[ Within moments of leaving for the other side of the curtain, a hushed exchange later, Zephirin returns, an ice pack wrapped in paper towels at the ready. He makes to hand it over, once seated on the bed again, only to press it gently to Francel's bruise. ]