[ Vanadi's attention is half taken by the last bits of conversation with whoever he's leaving behind in the tavern — but Tessa has the full of it as soon as his eyes fall onto her. She ... doesn't look great. Concern cricks his brow as he studies her, and both hands light at her elbows as soon as he's close enough. ]
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You look terrible. How do you feel?
[ He already asked that; here it is again. ]