Watson pauses a moment, searching Dedue's face, then he shakes his head dismissively.
"Don't worry about it," he says. "You're forgiven. Anything I can help with? From a medical standpoint or otherwise." He gives a small puff of laughter. "Have me carry a note to you or some such thing, whatever strikes your fancy."
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"Don't worry about it," he says. "You're forgiven. Anything I can help with? From a medical standpoint or otherwise." He gives a small puff of laughter. "Have me carry a note to you or some such thing, whatever strikes your fancy."