[Meulin is really starting to think she ought to just take Kurloz to the hospital wing. He has to have been jinxed or cursed or given some sort of potion but you think he would have gone himself. Unless it wasn't just his language that had been effected? She walked to him, gently putting the back of her hand to his forehead. Felt fine, and while she knew a spell to check if there were any magical effects on a person, she'd never actually had the chance to cast it before and she'd rather not use Kurloz as her test subject.
She gently takes one of his arms and hooks it around hers, laying her other hand on it. She's realizing he might not be able to understand her at out, but she hopes her tone--however difficult it can be for her to moderate it--can communicate something.
When she speaks it's a little softer, a little quieter than usual and a little worried.]
How about we go to the Infirmary Wing, Kurloz? I think they can help you there.
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She gently takes one of his arms and hooks it around hers, laying her other hand on it. She's realizing he might not be able to understand her at out, but she hopes her tone--however difficult it can be for her to moderate it--can communicate something.
When she speaks it's a little softer, a little quieter than usual and a little worried.]
How about we go to the Infirmary Wing, Kurloz? I think they can help you there.