Benedict, looking tired but otherwise in perfect health, simply raises his eyebrows when Miss Carter plops herself down in front of him and launches into conversation.
"Good afternoon to you too, Miss Carter," he replies, a small smile curling across his face as he sets his spoon down so he can give her his undivided attention.
The truth of the matter is that he doesn't know what's wrong. He's noticed that some people are appearing to fall ill — it would be impossible for him not to notice, since Kate is one of those people and he sleeps next to her every night — but he hasn't really been able to determine any specific cause, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't be much use regardless. Benedict has no experience being sick, and although his human sisters have had the occasional cold or bout of flu, he'd never really been involved in their recovery, so he doesn't know what to do. Attempting to shoulder more and more of Kate's burdens so she can rest is the full scope of his ideas so far.
"As to your question..." He opens his mouth to continue but doesn't say anything, pausing for a moment before closing it and sighing, lifting a hand to run through his hair. "I'm not sure. It seems that perhaps there is a mild flu going around, but I am no healer. I cannot be certain."
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"Good afternoon to you too, Miss Carter," he replies, a small smile curling across his face as he sets his spoon down so he can give her his undivided attention.
The truth of the matter is that he doesn't know what's wrong. He's noticed that some people are appearing to fall ill — it would be impossible for him not to notice, since Kate is one of those people and he sleeps next to her every night — but he hasn't really been able to determine any specific cause, and even if he had, he probably wouldn't be much use regardless. Benedict has no experience being sick, and although his human sisters have had the occasional cold or bout of flu, he'd never really been involved in their recovery, so he doesn't know what to do. Attempting to shoulder more and more of Kate's burdens so she can rest is the full scope of his ideas so far.
"As to your question..." He opens his mouth to continue but doesn't say anything, pausing for a moment before closing it and sighing, lifting a hand to run through his hair. "I'm not sure. It seems that perhaps there is a mild flu going around, but I am no healer. I cannot be certain."