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The healers are beginning to tut amongst themselves and tell me that perhaps I ought to stay in my rooms for the day. As though they have any right! I am not to be cowed on account of a bit of itchiness. It's hardly as though it affects anyone else, and it is through no fault of my own. It will pass in no time, and then they will seem all the more foolish for having fretted over nothing.

Whispering about quarantine and inspections. Honestly, I am hardly some pauper boy in rags. It's simply the dry season, or the new soaps I've been using for my baths, nothing else.