perhaps a cold (10/?)

[blimeyjamwalls]

Thanks to the event setting, this narration doesn't have to explain how Daniel's clothes are different to those of the average mansion dweller. It's free to focus on Daniel himself tottering down a hallway, failing to find a bathroom, and throwing up

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[echo_of_utopia]

[ Oh, Lamb is very much inclined to be there in person. She arrives a few moments post-vomit and, despite remaining unfazed by the scene, decides that at that moment her enhanced sight and smell do not present any sort of advantage. ]

You must have been quite unwell, [ Lamb notes and takes a closer look at Daniel (who she assumes is the cause rather than an engaged bystander next to this mess). ]

Are you all right now or do you require some assistance?

[blimeyjamwalls]

[ Well, he still has some nausea, but he also has his pride. And a gentleman doesn't bother ladies, even ones who think they're doctors because some rules changed in the future. And this is really sort of very embarrassing. He tries to look composed and dignified despite his shiny face and watery eyes. His pupils are a little bit bigger than necessary, which I'm sure will impress upon Lamb his responsibility and complete innocence as regards his current state. ]

I am dreadfully sorry; I -- [ His voice is slightly raised; it's hard to judge the volume over the piledriver in his ears. But then he stops talking and just puts his hand over his mouth, because any more words would probably add to the decor. ]

[echo_of_utopia]

[ You know what also makes it hard to judge the volume of something? Being deaf.

And once that mouth disappears behind his hand neither lipreading nor any of her more advanced senses are much help to Lamb, though not being able to feel any nearby sounds at all makes her guess that he stopped producing them altogether. For now. ]

Daniel, if I recall correctly?

[ It's not much of a question. Lamb recalls everything correctly when the mood strikes her.

She moves aside for a moment. A few steps down the road Daniel failed to travel a magnificent metal basket awaits. She offers him the bin.

Diagnosis? A few spring to mind, some higher and with more enthusiasm than others, but it's not as obvious as all that. ]

How long has this been going on? Did you eat or drink anything unusual?

[ Spiders, for instance? Because that is just never a good idea. ]