[Thankfully, Sylvain's intervention seems to redirect attention from Felix to other people. He dares to glance Ingrid's way again, and she has that furrowed brow look on her face, as if contemplating telling off Sylvain for some sort of offense. But she decides against it, instead letting her gaze fall past Felix--the bed next to him perhaps, and then Dimitri... it's a little hard to see from where he is lying down, and it's rather tempting to sit up--
But he refrains, remembering how troublesome Manuela can be when she gets fussy about her patients. Handfeeding though... what a pain.
"Very well," Ingrid says. "I'll continue to bring breakfast. How many days are we going to continue this arrangement?"
Felix sighs, giving up as they continue to talk as if he weren't in the room.]
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But he refrains, remembering how troublesome Manuela can be when she gets fussy about her patients. Handfeeding though... what a pain.
"Very well," Ingrid says. "I'll continue to bring breakfast. How many days are we going to continue this arrangement?"
Felix sighs, giving up as they continue to talk as if he weren't in the room.]