[A moment later, Caesar's trundling into Albert's room with a load of blankets, a pitcher of water, and glass. He sets the blankets at the foot of the bed for the moment, more concerned with the idea of dehydration than cold. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand before pouring Albert a glass, reaching out, steadying Albert's hand with his own before handing it over.]
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[A moment later, Caesar's trundling into Albert's room with a load of blankets, a pitcher of water, and glass. He sets the blankets at the foot of the bed for the moment, more concerned with the idea of dehydration than cold. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand before pouring Albert a glass, reaching out, steadying Albert's hand with his own before handing it over.]
You gonna make it?