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Aesop chuckled dryly, already distracted. He adopted a more professional bedside manner, frowning at the dryness of Dash's nose and the sickly pale color of his gums. More concerning was Dash's uncharacteristic lethargy. He seemed unable to even lift his head; getting a romantic kiss from Charon seemed more likely than Dash walking.

You're sick, he said by way of explanation. Have you been pukin'? At some point Aesop would have to help Dash back to his den, so already he was planning how to carry the guy if he couldn't move under his own power.