[He's been in bed most of the day, unwilling victim to a flu running rampant through the mines. Normally he would have worked through it, but his bones have ached something awful for days now. He's barely slept, still awake now when Silco slips in the way he used to when they were children.
He makes a sound like a wheeze, brows furrowing as he turns his head, nose catching the sooty mass of Silco's hair. ] What happened?
[Because something did - beyond the horizon of Silco's hair, he can see the bandages, the dirt, the traces of dried blood. ] You okay? Did you get hurt?
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He makes a sound like a wheeze, brows furrowing as he turns his head, nose catching the sooty mass of Silco's hair. ] What happened?
[Because something did - beyond the horizon of Silco's hair, he can see the bandages, the dirt, the traces of dried blood. ] You okay? Did you get hurt?