Reaching behind herself, Aille picked up the glass of water with a sraw in it, "Drink this slowly love, you've been running a fever the past few days." She was still upset with him, but she could let him heal abit before she let him know just how upset she was.
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Date: 2005-09-04 01:50 am (UTC)