[ God should, at some point, change out of his soaked shirt. (The smell of brine still makes his skin prickle every time he catches it; it's been so long.) For now he is resigned to the situation, and drops back into his chair. ]
You've been ill. This is my study, which is, I hope, a bit more comfortable than the hall.
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You've been ill. This is my study, which is, I hope, a bit more comfortable than the hall.