Noble frowned. Obviously something was wrong with his brother — but maybe he’d forfeited a right to learn about it when he’d fainted at dinner. He swallowed back his concern, although his eyebrows were still a little arched with it.

“Sure,” he said, “What’s the other one?”

If Ford didn’t want to tell him what was going on, he could find out — he was sure he could find out — Ford would tell him eventually if he couldn’t. Noble didn’t think his brother would be able to navigate through this alone. Especially if it involved potions.

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