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Kris was still had his illusion on to look like he was wearing clothes. He was cold, but he wasn't thinking about it. Hearing the sneeze, he looked up and behind him. "Oh, Nakari," he mumbled. "You must be cold. Go grab the blanket off the bed." It was important to him that Nakari stayed warm. He still looked frail. Kris knew he could take the cold, but he wasn't sure about his slave.
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