[HIS LEECHES. Truly the way of telling he's out of it, he doesn't fucking lose his mind over the leeches that are stuck to him this time. He does, at least, mutter some words of thanks as Lavi goes chucking some back into the water. Goodbye, leeches. He's going to run out of blood.]
...If you wouldn't mind, the fire-- would be nice. Yes. Thank you.
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...If you wouldn't mind, the fire-- would be nice. Yes. Thank you.