[ How well you know him. (Just don't advertise that fact, or else he'll suffer a mini freak-out.) ]
You sure you're okay?
[ He sounds somewhat more concerned now -- and once upon a time, it might've been more for the sake of the resort's glossy marble floors. Logically, he knows she's just dizzy; after years of watching her melt into a giggly, jelly-legged languor after a few drinks, he's well accustomed to measuring how much alcohol she can handle, and when she'll be fine versus when she'll spend the night praying to the porcelain throne. ]
[ Still, despite her glowy sheen of good-health, his mind will always make those associative quantum leaps to the days of her illness, where the mildest surface ache could signal the innermost burgeoning of something terrible. He hasn't yet abandoned that silent paranoia. ]
[ Under the table, he lightly nudges the tip of her boot with his, ]
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You sure you're okay?
[ He sounds somewhat more concerned now -- and once upon a time, it might've been more for the sake of the resort's glossy marble floors. Logically, he knows she's just dizzy; after years of watching her melt into a giggly, jelly-legged languor after a few drinks, he's well accustomed to measuring how much alcohol she can handle, and when she'll be fine versus when she'll spend the night praying to the porcelain throne. ]
[ Still, despite her glowy sheen of good-health, his mind will always make those associative quantum leaps to the days of her illness, where the mildest surface ache could signal the innermost burgeoning of something terrible. He hasn't yet abandoned that silent paranoia. ]
[ Under the table, he lightly nudges the tip of her boot with his, ]
They have a herbalist here. And a pharmacy.