[Anduin shakes his head gently, stepping forward toward the side of the bed and glancing aside at the assortment of medicines the staff have left behind.]
I am a healer, it is no trouble. May I?
[He gestures to a chair that seems to have been pulled up to the side of the bed, either for his purposes, or left there from when someone else had been sitting vigil.]
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I am a healer, it is no trouble. May I?
[He gestures to a chair that seems to have been pulled up to the side of the bed, either for his purposes, or left there from when someone else had been sitting vigil.]
You are close, you and the young king?