[She shakes her head, because no, she doesn't feel funny. Not anymore. Her memories from before are fuzzy and the more Han talks and the more unsettled he looks, the stranger she feels about how she must have been behaving before.]
I don't know, either. What was I doing?
[She remembers mostly wanting to be close with Han and wanting to be here with Han. Beyond that is too fuzzy to recall clearly.
She glances down at the table where the medicine is sitting, not quite reaching out for it yet. She isn't sick, she doesn't need it. But--]
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I don't know, either. What was I doing?
[She remembers mostly wanting to be close with Han and wanting to be here with Han. Beyond that is too fuzzy to recall clearly.
She glances down at the table where the medicine is sitting, not quite reaching out for it yet. She isn't sick, she doesn't need it. But--]
Do you want me to take it?