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[She yawns dramatically, stretching her arms up over her head, ignoring her own body's shivers as she drops back down and accepts the tray. Definitely not the worst sickness she's ever had to deal with, but illnesses have been rarer since the liching, and this one's more... disturbing to her than usual. The fact that it's affecting her despite going out-of-body is weighing on her mind, and he should recognize the signs of her gears turning. Like when she studied the light of creation- this is a mystery that needs solving.]

Can't you gripe at me while I'm asleep? It'll have about the same effect either way.

[She leans down to take a deep, long whiff of the soup, closing her eyes, a bit of the tension in her shoulders melting away. Awww, yeah. Baller chicken soup, as usual.]