Abasi
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get
"Yes." Abasi consented, though his hesitation to be touched was clear in his clipped tone, the stiff way he prepared himself. He was not sure what she meant by check your temperature with my wrist, but in this world with its new Gods and magic wielded by just about anyone it seemed, he was not asking many more questions. The answers were too tiring.
He frowned at her question, wondering how she did not feel it herself, but replied: "It feels clammy. As if I am in the midst of a fever. But I do not feel feverish." Abasi had more patience for medical professionals, respecting their knowledge over his own, but he hoped fervently she could actually help so he wouldn't have to yell. At this point, he was almost ready to hear well, everyone here has clammy skin and feels weird all the time.
