[Margaery isn't feeling well herself, though the paranoia has yet to set in. she's made her way to the orchard, thinking that maybe something green and growing would make her feel better when she sees an elf she hasn't officially met yet holding himself against one of the trees, sickness and pain clearly writ across his face.
she bites her lip, struggling with uncertainty, then goes to him] Please, ser, let me help you to the Clinic. They should have medicines there which can help you.
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she bites her lip, struggling with uncertainty, then goes to him] Please, ser, let me help you to the Clinic. They should have medicines there which can help you.