[There's nothing to be done about it, then. Between the healer's insistence and the medicine coaxing him back downward, Luca settles into the bed once more. He glances up at the ceiling, only to find his eyes closing before he can stop them.]
Very well then. [He sounds the slightest bit distracted, or perhaps simply drowsy.] But I intend to be put to work once I wake again, thank you.
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Very well then. [He sounds the slightest bit distracted, or perhaps simply drowsy.] But I intend to be put to work once I wake again, thank you.