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Nami isn't feeling well, so you resolve to take care of her as best you can. First you make her some healthy soup. The soup is still bubbling steaming hot when you put it into the bowl and head into the bedroom. you sit next to the bed and get a nice spoonful. You try to blow on it a little, just a little to cool it down ever so slightly. You clear the tiniest "hmph" and feel her steely glare boring a hole straight through your head and into the apartment 3 blocks away. "Fine. Sorry. I'll let you do it" You gently spoon the scalding soup into her mouth. After finishing some of the soup, she lays back down. She allows you to place a cool wash cloth on her warm pinkish forehead. "Do you want me to stay? Read something?" "No. you can go" comes the hushed reply. You consider this for a second and start to stand u..you can't move. An immovable tentacle from some leviathan has wrapped around your forearm. "I really can stay if you want" you say. "No. it's fine. Leave". The grip tightens. pinpricks in your fingertips tell you circulation is being lost. "You know, uh, I'll just sit here quietly". There is no loosening in the vise grip keeping you pinned. The only reply you receive is the sounds of a deep slumber.
