[Alright. Complicated situation it is, then. Sherlock dropped his hat and coat downstairs (over the couch, even), but he brought his bag upstairs with him and that's for the best. He takes a moment to rummage through it, his hand moving through a wide assortment of knick-knacks and vials. Finally, he takes out a single little bottle. It's the last healing potion he still has and he doesn't know what sort of effect it'll have on a fever. If there's even the smallest chance it'll work, though...
He sets the bottle down on the nightstand for now, instead reaching towards Asougi's shoulders with both hands.]
Come now, let's have you sit up for a moment, shall we?
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He sets the bottle down on the nightstand for now, instead reaching towards Asougi's shoulders with both hands.]
Come now, let's have you sit up for a moment, shall we?