Page 140G: She is quite old. (Holding out the cup towards Navichet) Here, drink this, now that you’re--
NAVICHET: The Bleach, though. (Getting out of the bed) Gotta have a mapworker. How else do you keep track of the Bleach?
G: (concerned) You-- you are in convalescence, my friend. Please, don’t get up--
NAVICHET: I’m arright.
|