saiden
Snorting, Saiden scratched the back of his head. "Sure. Because you're an expert on exactly what Safrin's likes and dislikes?" Chuckling, he arched an eyebrow at Sunjata. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind, Arbiter." The cook grinned.
It slipped away as the other man described his symptoms. As the Arbiter did, the Hali continued backing up, hands instinctively raised in front of him in a protective gesture. "That sounds serious. How long have you been sick?" He frowned, stopping a short distance away. "You know, for someone suffering from delirium and hallucinations you seem remarkably composed and coherent."
Slipping a flask from his pocket, he took a sip. Then he smirked. "I would offer you some, but no offense, I'm not gonna get close to you."
It slipped away as the other man described his symptoms. As the Arbiter did, the Hali continued backing up, hands instinctively raised in front of him in a protective gesture. "That sounds serious. How long have you been sick?" He frowned, stopping a short distance away. "You know, for someone suffering from delirium and hallucinations you seem remarkably composed and coherent."
Slipping a flask from his pocket, he took a sip. Then he smirked. "I would offer you some, but no offense, I'm not gonna get close to you."
