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Nodding, Saiden sipped from the flask again. Chuckling at Sunjata's self-confidence, the cook grinned. "Yeah? What'd you do to get in her good graces?" His eyes lingered on the Arbiter's tattoos for a moment.
Whistling, the Hali looked out at the horizon. "That long? That sucks." He scratched his belly. "How'd you get sick? Did something go around while we were out at sea?" Looking back at Sunjata, Saiden fell silent as he waited for the answer to that particular question.
Frowning, he glanced around. "Don't you live around here? I vaguely remember that." Arching an eyebrow, he shrugged. Eyes zeroing in on the tongue, he laughed. "Anything else I should know about the disease? I'm assuming that's an Attuned thing and not part of the illness." He gestured at the other man.
Whistling, the Hali looked out at the horizon. "That long? That sucks." He scratched his belly. "How'd you get sick? Did something go around while we were out at sea?" Looking back at Sunjata, Saiden fell silent as he waited for the answer to that particular question.
Frowning, he glanced around. "Don't you live around here? I vaguely remember that." Arching an eyebrow, he shrugged. Eyes zeroing in on the tongue, he laughed. "Anything else I should know about the disease? I'm assuming that's an Attuned thing and not part of the illness." He gestured at the other man.
