[Ferran doesn't know that he'd do the same in every circumstance—he'd proven himself afraid to die when he took Lucretia's hand—but he felt the same back home, if in a more self-destructive way. And even in the past few days, when he's been deliberately numbing himself not to react to Blake's death, he couldn't stand the thought of sitting around doing nothing.
He conjures up a flask of cold water with his typical sparkles, setting it on the bedside table for her.]
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[Ferran doesn't know that he'd do the same in every circumstance—he'd proven himself afraid to die when he took Lucretia's hand—but he felt the same back home, if in a more self-destructive way. And even in the past few days, when he's been deliberately numbing himself not to react to Blake's death, he couldn't stand the thought of sitting around doing nothing.
He conjures up a flask of cold water with his typical sparkles, setting it on the bedside table for her.]
Are you hungry?