Basil accepted the card with a weary fingertip unsure if whatever had made Agrimony sick was still a contaminant. But no, that would be silly if Sybella handed it to him. He trusted her competence enough to dismiss the thought and step back as she began to… check? On Macnair.

“Oh, erm—” Basil puzzled over the question, wondering as to its relevance. He didn’t really know what Macnair spent the majority of his time doing other than running this shop and he said as much. “He runs this shop primarily, I think.” Basil scratched the back of his head awkwardly. Did it say something strange about their relationship that he didn’t know or was it weirder to know more? Basil let out a frustrated little sigh.

“How is he doing?” He asked, derailed. “Is he going to be alright?”

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