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[Xanth takes the handkerchief from Isabel and wipes his face. It's something of an improvement, but that won't fix the rest of him.

He glances back and spies a cot just a few feet away. He takes those few steps back, then sits.]

Th-th-- thanks.

[Excuse him just a moment as he blows his nose.]

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