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G: 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.

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