[ The glare is met with blank neutrality. Of course they're going to the infirmary. That's why Zane made the post in the first place.
He looks to Cassel. ]
Cassel. [ Hesitates. The words feel strange, thinking them or saying them out loud. But he tries anyway, an echo of Cassel's words after Zane was done: ]
Spam.
He looks to Cassel. ]
Cassel. [ Hesitates. The words feel strange, thinking them or saying them out loud. But he tries anyway, an echo of Cassel's words after Zane was done: ]
Thank you.