If Talin were less dead on his feet, he'd probably be agreeing with Astrid and finding inventive new ways of cursing someone, and their bloodline, and their dog for good measure. As it is, he's barely conscious, holding onto awareness by his few remaining fingernails.
"Food," he murmurs, slurred and pressed almost inaudible into the pillow. He lifts his head and tries again, a little clearer this time, "Food. Already had a potion from the Doctor."
Could probably still use another, truthfully, but others had needed more attention than him and he hadn't had the energy to stick around waiting to beg another.
If Astrid has any clarifying questions, that's unfortunateโhe's fully passed back out before she can ask any.
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"Food," he murmurs, slurred and pressed almost inaudible into the pillow. He lifts his head and tries again, a little clearer this time, "Food. Already had a potion from the Doctor."
Could probably still use another, truthfully, but others had needed more attention than him and he hadn't had the energy to stick around waiting to beg another.
If Astrid has any clarifying questions, that's unfortunateโhe's fully passed back out before she can ask any.