"Soup, then. You have to be thirsty. I'll be right back. Purrelden, stay." Sometimes the command doesn't work, but this time it seems like the cat either wants to listen or cares enough about the elf to stay put. Anders leaves for a few moments, taking the tray with him, and returns with a bowl of soup before sitting back down next to Sina.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to take no for an answer." He gets a little of the liquid in the spoon and holds it up for her, sympathy in his voice and expression. "You're weak. You've not eaten much at all and your voice is trembling. Please don't make me force this down your throat."
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"Soup, then. You have to be thirsty. I'll be right back. Purrelden, stay." Sometimes the command doesn't work, but this time it seems like the cat either wants to listen or cares enough about the elf to stay put. Anders leaves for a few moments, taking the tray with him, and returns with a bowl of soup before sitting back down next to Sina.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to take no for an answer." He gets a little of the liquid in the spoon and holds it up for her, sympathy in his voice and expression. "You're weak. You've not eaten much at all and your voice is trembling. Please don't make me force this down your throat."