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She reassured him that she was okay and nudged his large shoulder gently, but his offer still remained. Kieran would always do what he could to help her, the simple gesture was a promise that if she truly did need his help, he would not hesitate. It was as he thought of this that a cough and a wheeze sounded from her chest and his eyes narrowed in concern but softened when she attempted to pass it of as nothing. Did she not want him to worry over her? Whether she did or did not, he would. He left it for now, not wishing to pressure her, but he might consult Pema soon and see if she knew anything.

Then came the preposition of a game. The smile on his maw widened, and he quirked a brow at her. "Quel genre de jeu?"