Not much changes, as he's brought lower and lower by Her sickness. He sits in his chair, continuously exhausted and hurting, he eats a little, he sleeps.
It doesn't get much more pathetic than being too weak to lift a container of nuts, to even hold on to them. There he is, having spilled them all over the floor, knowing it's just about over. Someone's going to see, for he's too tired to try and scoop up the mess with magic.
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Date: 2017-09-22 08:23 pm (UTC)It doesn't get much more pathetic than being too weak to lift a container of nuts, to even hold on to them. There he is, having spilled them all over the floor, knowing it's just about over. Someone's going to see, for he's too tired to try and scoop up the mess with magic.