Enyo shot up when Markus did watching with wide eyes for a moment. He opened the door calling for a passing servant. He fetched new clothes setting them on the counter for the King once he was feeling mildly better, at least enough to change. He refilled the glass of water, offering it to him.
Markus looked as terrible as he felt. He didn’t want to get up again, he still felt sick. So he denied the glass of water, not wanting to drink anything at the moment.
The servant came when they heard Enyo call, worried. “Yes, sir?”, they asked almost timidly, knowing Markus was back, and sick.
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