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[not_his_pa]

"But my Lady Bar, I must have a sword. How shall I defend myself or my king without one?" D'Artagnan sighs, sneezes into the handkerchief he has as he stares at the unhelpful note.

"I will drink a posset since you ask it but this isn't right," He takes up the warm drink she offers him and goes to sulk by the fire, his shirt doesn't seem as warm as it should be and he dislikes feeling so weak and unarmed. At least she provided him with clothing that suits him rather than those drab things he found in the room he awoke in.

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[harryhotspur]

And Harry, too, does the best he can, until at last he's forced to sink to his knees, wheezing for breath.

[not_his_pa]

D'Artagnan lays on the ground and coughs, this wasn't wise but the Englishman is a good fighter.

[harryhotspur]

Ugh.

"I do-- I do not--" (he coughs) "Do not count this quarrel settled, we--" (and again) "We will settle this anon, when-- when thou hast use of a sword."

Definitely that's the only impediment. Definitely not the fact that his nose won't stop running and he can't stop coughing.

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, we shall," With a grunt and more coughing, D'Artagnan sits and then stands.

[harryhotspur]

Harry nods. He's just gonna-- stay here on the ground for a second.

[not_his_pa]

D'Artagnan is able to lean against a tree, that helps slightly.

[harryhotspur]

[ooc: shall we leave them there? this thread was a DELIGHT.]

[not_his_pa]

(OOC: Yes, this feels like a great ending. It was, thank you so much.)