Abel is sinking down to sit beside his brother on the couch, a little furrow of concern at his brow as he drapes another blanket around tiny shoulders. soon as he's tucked up, he's holding out a cup of steaming tea for him to take before resting his hand over Cain's forehead to feel for fever.
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Abel is sinking down to sit beside his brother on the couch, a little furrow of concern at his brow as he drapes another blanket around tiny shoulders. soon as he's tucked up, he's holding out a cup of steaming tea for him to take before resting his hand over Cain's forehead to feel for fever.
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...You don't look so good, little man.