The voice comes in rather abruptly from the common bedroom Caterina shared with her housemates, Abel stood inside of it wearing the familiar expression of a man deeply concerned. The glass of water in his hands is all but forgotten-- he's caught sight of her awake for the first time in days-- days she's spent looking sick and weak and so fragile, and his eyes are widening sharply in surprise.
"Cater-- Caterina! You're--"
Awake? Astute as ever. The priest is jogging to her bedside, hastily sloshing water over the rim of the cup in his urgency to put the stupid thing down; he's leaning over her with worry stark in blue eyes. This was no normal 'cold' or fit of 'allergies;' she had been unreachable and in poor vitals for days, now. "--take it easy... You've been-- sick." Yes. 'Sick.' "Are you alright...?"
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The voice comes in rather abruptly from the common bedroom Caterina shared with her housemates, Abel stood inside of it wearing the familiar expression of a man deeply concerned. The glass of water in his hands is all but forgotten-- he's caught sight of her awake for the first time in days-- days she's spent looking sick and weak and so fragile, and his eyes are widening sharply in surprise.
"Cater-- Caterina! You're--"
Awake? Astute as ever. The priest is jogging to her bedside, hastily sloshing water over the rim of the cup in his urgency to put the stupid thing down; he's leaning over her with worry stark in blue eyes. This was no normal 'cold' or fit of 'allergies;' she had been unreachable and in poor vitals for days, now. "--take it easy... You've been-- sick." Yes. 'Sick.' "Are you alright...?"