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"Neuvillette? Are you alright?”
Neuvillette opened his mouth -- when did his mouth become so dry? Why was his tongue like sandpaper against his teeth? -- he managed to gasp, “I-- I believe I am, just tripped over my own feet it seems.”
Already, Wriothesley was on the stairs, rushing down to him, as if this was an emergency. It wasn’t, though… was it? Neuvillette touched his brow, and his fingertips came back damp with sweat. Sweat? Neuvillette marveled as Wriothesley continued to thunder down the metal stairs, making them shudder as he rushed.
“You never slip. What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Neuvillette turned and looked up, catching a bleary glimpse of Wriothesley as he raced toward him. “Perhaps,” he shakily breathed, “You can call for Sigewinne… after all?”
Before Wriothesley could ask him to come back up to his office and sit on the couch to wait, Neuvillette crumbled like wet paper.
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Neuvillette and Wriothesley are close. Friends, despite Neuvillettes aversion to making connections that will inevitably fade with time. But now, faced with a threat that puts his sanity and control in question, he's willing to trust Wriothesely with his fate.