Phoebus:
Esmeralda?
Esmeralda:
Shh. Shh. Shh. You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move.
[Esmeralda pulls out a flask]
Phoebus:
Great. I could use a drink.
[Esmeralda pours it on his wound, and Phoebus cries out in pain]
Phoebus:
Yessssss! Mmmm. Feels like a 1470 Burgundy. Not a good year.
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