Bubbling joy smoldered Rhys' heart. "Aww, that's so considerate! I really appreciate it when people come in to visit me," he told him in the most cheery sick voice he could muster (which consisted of a bit of cracking).
Then it occurred to him that, perhaps, Ulki would feel a little better about his condition if he could do something about it. Anything! He understood how rotten it felt to be of no use- how unsettling it turned out when all he could do was wait at the sidelines while everything happened around him and he was granted not a shred of control. In this, Rhys was compelled to think of something for Ulki to do. "Actually," he wheezed, "Do you feel like making some tea? I have some colorful choices for you to pick from in the cupboard, if you wish." Rhys felt like coughing again, but he resisted uncomfortably.
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Then it occurred to him that, perhaps, Ulki would feel a little better about his condition if he could do something about it. Anything! He understood how rotten it felt to be of no use- how unsettling it turned out when all he could do was wait at the sidelines while everything happened around him and he was granted not a shred of control. In this, Rhys was compelled to think of something for Ulki to do. "Actually," he wheezed, "Do you feel like making some tea? I have some colorful choices for you to pick from in the cupboard, if you wish." Rhys felt like coughing again, but he resisted uncomfortably.