Keith: (thoughts) Feh, what am I, a butler?
Keith: Hey Natani, are you alright? I brought you some dinner…
Natani: Keith? Ah… don’t come in! Just… —huff— leave it by the door. I… I’m ill! Please, go away. It’s… contagious!
Keith: Don’t be ridiculous. We Basitin don’t get sick, I’m not in danger of catching anything.
Keith: I’m coming in…
Natani: What?! No..!
Natani: (thoughts) Ah! My lock spell failed! I couldn’t concentrate… Grah, why do all Eric’s doors come without manual locks?
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