[She feels him before she sees him, the emotions making her flinch before frown, considering them. He feels weaker then normal, though happy and... busy? Something's occupying him, though she's not sure what...]
[When she sees him however she's shocked. So old, withered and wrinkled and weak. She's never seen one so old, usually they fall to culling sweeps before this point, and it's. Shocking. Disturbing. And she's not quite sure what the other thing she feels can be called. Certainly not sympathy. She would never have sympathy for this traitor. So it must be something else attempting to be sympathy.]
Whatever I please to do. [She finally recalls the question, glaring down at him. She's fine, she's excellent, and he's useless] What was it you wanted to say? Hurry up, I haven't got all day and you look like you're about to keel over and I will not be helping you if you do.
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[When she sees him however she's shocked. So old, withered and wrinkled and weak. She's never seen one so old, usually they fall to culling sweeps before this point, and it's. Shocking. Disturbing. And she's not quite sure what the other thing she feels can be called. Certainly not sympathy. She would never have sympathy for this traitor. So it must be something else attempting to be sympathy.]
Whatever I please to do. [She finally recalls the question, glaring down at him. She's fine, she's excellent, and he's useless] What was it you wanted to say? Hurry up, I haven't got all day and you look like you're about to keel over and I will not be helping you if you do.