[With a slow nod, Ion pulls his arms out from under the pile of blankets and grabs the pen and journal. Then, just as slowly, he starts trying to write something. His hands aren't cooperating too well, so his handwriting is much, much messier than usual.]
[As such, he wastes no time writing what he'd be unable to say earlier.]
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[As such, he wastes no time writing what he'd be unable to say earlier.]
Thank you, Luke.