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her dramatization evinced the concern he felt work its way up his mind, his ears pulled back with consternation at first and then swept forward--he wouldn't dream of asking her to oblige him in such a state, and in the stead of carnal energy came determination to alleviate whatever mysterious bug ailed her. "tentative diagnosis, bubonic plague." he tried to keep his worries subtle and his demeanor light with humor, but there was some obvious worry coming through despite his efforts. his brow furrowed. "what did you have to eat last?"