Room 418, Saturday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

When the island was calm, Saturday were normally lazy days for Anders. He supposed this one counted as lazy too -- at least, he hadn't done anything out of the ordinary -- but it felt strangely tense. He didn't need to be particularly insightful to realize more was going on with Nathan than a bad night's sleep, but he wasn't sure how to even start asking about it.

So he stayed in Nathan's room, and tried to read a novel he kept forgetting the plot of. Eventually, he glanced over to Nathan.

"Should we take a walk?" he asked. "I feel like doing something."

[OOC: For one, please.]

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"A walk?" Nathan shook his head. "I'd rather not. You can but I'm still pretty worn down."

He felt sick even if he knew he never got sick. That didn't matter.

"I think I'm going to stay in and try and rest."