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"By all means." Flora said with an indifferent shrug. Undoubtedly Jack had worse habits than a noseful of dreamdust, and given she'd got the distinct impression this was far from the first time the captain had experienced an episode like this, it probably wouldn't kill him. Then again, there was the poison to take into account, so maybe she really would have to watch to make sure he didn't swallow his tongue.
Shrugging out of her jacket and tossing it on the back of Jack's desk chair, Flora glanced casually around the room. She'd never taken a close enough look at anything to be able to say definitely if anything much had changed, but it certainly didn't seem so.
"What do you want me to do if you're not better by the time we get back to Torchline?" Trying to keep her thoughts to a minimum in terms of worrying, that question at least seemed worth asking.
Shrugging out of her jacket and tossing it on the back of Jack's desk chair, Flora glanced casually around the room. She'd never taken a close enough look at anything to be able to say definitely if anything much had changed, but it certainly didn't seem so.
"What do you want me to do if you're not better by the time we get back to Torchline?" Trying to keep her thoughts to a minimum in terms of worrying, that question at least seemed worth asking.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
