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[paperpusher]

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[hopesong]

Coffee and soup. Maybe she's right.

[Sokie, she means. Kate barks a soft, wheezing laugh.

Thanks, sugar. I appreciate it.

[For as much as she feels like shit, she's grinning all the same. It's funny how company can just cheer you up, even in a dire circumstance like this.]

I'll grab it if you set it on the bench.

[paperpusher]

Hey, hey, would you rather I have made you wait for a full three course meal? [he grumbles defensively, as if he didn't just dump a can of soup into a bowl and stick it in the microwave... He does set it on the bench for her, and though he steps away to give her some space, he's still awkwardly hovering.]

But feel better, okay? Let me know how it works out.

[hopesong]

[Absolutely husband material, Natori. What a catch.]

I will. I'm grateful to you for even comin' out here.

[And she says it softly, earnestly as she grabs the thermos full of soup. She can tell he's concerned by his hovering, but there really isn't much to do at this point.]

Y'should go on and get some rest. Just be careful, alright? If she's out there... [She doesn't want anyone else to get sick. Or die, because she couldn't do anything about it.]

[paperpusher]

Yeah, of course. [To coming out when she called, that is, though of course he'll also be keeping an eye out for the embodiment of the plague on his way back.] Night, and stay warm.

[Probably a lost cause, since he's still chilly from his own wave of sickness even when bundled up as best as possible, but still. Off he goes back to the cottage!]