[ Aymeric goes very still, silent, willing his own body not to react the way he wants to — not to push Francel back sharply and ask him what he means by this. It may be — it must be — something he's not entirely present for: creature instincts not his own shrugging off his will like a flimsy coat.
It occurs to him, cold and objective, that Francel may not have had an appetite for fruit or tea after all, even if he hadn't been suffering.
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It occurs to him, cold and objective, that Francel may not have had an appetite for fruit or tea after all, even if he hadn't been suffering.
Softly, without reproach, Aymeric speaks up: ]
Francel.
[ Then he waits patiently. ]