[ The message will come shortly after Marcus has (at some point) passed near the sick room window. Her tone is as stern and scolding as a person drowning in their own mucus can: ]
Ser Marcus, please remember to wear a scarf when you're outside. It's bad for your throat to go without so often.
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Ser Marcus, please remember to wear a scarf when you're outside. It's bad for your throat to go without so often.
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Did your countless spies inform you also that I am wearing a necktie?
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A necktie isn't a scarf.
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[ That's true. ]
You sound ill.
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[ A brief interlude for some raspy coughs, directed away from the crystal. ]
I'm fine.
Comparatively.
You should wear a scarf.
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I was also neck deep in sick folk, so don't you be clever with me, ser.
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Of course, my apologies. Thank you for reminding me. You're taking rest in the sick rooms?
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[ She is deeply unhappy about being thwarted still. ]
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What would be useful for me to bring you?
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Which is why you should wear a scarf.
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I would much rather know for certain you're keeping properly warm than trust the say so of some unknown persons.
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