[ don't think about her anatomy that way! you're not allowed! but jaune's still acting strange and his fumbling of words is just not doing anything to help him here. ]
Do you have a fever? Come, let me feel your forehead.
[ she'll hold out a hand and everything! you're so hopeless you're making hawke feel bad for you, jaune. ]
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Do you have a fever? Come, let me feel your forehead.
[ she'll hold out a hand and everything! you're so hopeless you're making hawke feel bad for you, jaune. ]