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He was incoherent, which was troubling. She picked up the food and took a few steps back to give him some space, frowning as she looked over him. His current condition, coupled with knowing how busy he’d been, made her think a good night’s sleep would solve most of his physical ailments.

“You’re exhausted,” she observed, her voice quiet as she worried her bottom lip. “Can you walk ? I can go find an empty den, and then help you get there.”