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Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Inflate

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Yoana looked at Kavan, nodded, and stepped away from the bed after adjusting the bedding around Rouvyn’s waist. Kavan did not see the exchange of expressions behind him but one by one the healers left the room, Artur with the soiled cloths, Aland with the bowl of pink-tainted water, and Yoana with the barely touched breakfast tray. From the wheezing rattle that came every time Rouvyn’s chest inflated and the long, shallow hiss that followed as it deflated again, none of the three expected breakfast to be of any interest to the bed-bound man.
“I am here.”
Kavan set the harp where the tray had been on the bedstand and sat on the edge of the mattress. Rouvyn weakly reached for Kavan’s hand; the bard closed both of his around the seeking one.
“Knew you would come.” His voice was so airy, so faint, that Kavan had to lean closer to hear him.
“Would you like me to play…?”
Rouvyn shook his head. “I want silence…I want…to know how Wace…”