[ He'd chalked up the early morning lethargy to the pancakes and the cold. Noon? Probably just in need of a nap. But as afternoon rolls in and Jon just seems downright weak and not just tired, alarm bells begin to sound in Algric's head. Something ... something is wrong, isn't it? They've done absolutely nothing tiring today, and yet ...
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He nudges Jon gently, smoothing his hair. ]
Jon?