[Oh, a carbuncle. What's up lil' buddy. Aymeric reaches down to pet the intruder to his suffering as he notices the obvious owner of said carbuncle.]
[Who clearly is dying of consumption or something? Good god that startles Aymeric. Aren't arcanists supposed to cast diseases, not carry them?]
Miss, are you quite alright? Do you need to be escorted to an infirmary? [He misreads the look on her face as a symptom of illness, and he forgets that the pollen in the air has affected him quite badly. There's no hiding that erection in sweatpants, that's for fucking sure. He's a little more concerned with this person dying in front of him than his own embarrassment, anyway.]
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[Who clearly is dying of consumption or something? Good god that startles Aymeric. Aren't arcanists supposed to cast diseases, not carry them?]
Miss, are you quite alright? Do you need to be escorted to an infirmary? [He misreads the look on her face as a symptom of illness, and he forgets that the pollen in the air has affected him quite badly. There's no hiding that erection in sweatpants, that's for fucking sure. He's a little more concerned with this person dying in front of him than his own embarrassment, anyway.]