[it is difficult to ascertain, precisely, when francel's coughing fit begins (in his heart of hearts he knows that he can blame it on a bit of inhaled saliva at the words to look at artoirel and see what ishgard's ladies see) — but it happens, leaving him bent over in his seat and gasping for air.
sylvaintel very calmly moves toward the sink, and fills for francel a glass of water.]
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sylvaintel very calmly moves toward the sink, and fills for francel a glass of water.]
— Ugh, I already regret it...