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Not permanently or anything. Sorrel got hit pretty hard in that game, so it's easier if I just stick around and heal him again when he needs it instead of just running back and forth.

[Also what is he attaching here. At any rate, it is getting stuck back on.]

[It's a hand and a leg, and it is in fact going to be a mess if he has to open them up again before he attaches them,]

That bad, huh?

It's pretty bad. Hold your arm up?

[We can at least try to mitigate the splatter a little.]

Are we doing it here...?

We can move if you want.

That cool? Tile's probly easier for clean-up, so if the bathroom works...

Works for me. I'm just here to get you fixed up, after all, so whatever's comfortable for you is best.

Thanks, dude. Sorry to drag you out.

[Time to lead the way to the bathroom? Slower going cause crutch, but they will get there]

It's alright, it's probably better for me to get out a little.

[Following!]

You doing okay?

[Letting them into the bathroom]

Yeah?

[Is he giving an impression otherwise...]

Cool. S'just... I know it ain't easy on you guys.

Ah. Well... That part's definitely a struggle.

But even now, hanging out with LiliS - I'm friends with some people there, you know? So I don't actually mind being on healing duty while I'm there.

Should we do this over a tub or something?

Yeah... yeah. Probly a good call.

[Leading him into the shower part before the shared baths, where there's a drain in the floor]

This'll work, I think.

And... I'm glad. You need anything delivered, just hit me up, okay?

[Getting the hand ready and reaching for Hurricane's arm.]

They're keeping me well-fed while I'm there, so no need for delivery so far! But I'll keep it in mind if something does come up.

[Going to... sit down, honestly. And offer up his arm]

Just text me whenever, if you end up needing something.

[Taking that arm and immediately numbing it.]

Sure, sure.

Got anything planned once you're all in one piece again?

[He'll wait for Hurricane to start to respond before he actually opens the wound, quickly sticking the hand into place before it can bleed too much and running his fingers along the seam to ensure there's no leftover mark.]

[Decidedly looking away; he is shaking more than a little,]

I dunno... get back to parkour and gymnastics? Feels weird taking so many days off.

[Not even missing a beat as he cancels the numbing and starts it on his leg instead.]

That's right - you were really good at gymnastics!

[He'll repeat the same for the leg as he did with the hand, reopening and reattaching and taking the time to smooth out any traces of the injury.]

[Just going to... close his eyes, actually. He is shaking quite a lot,]

I do okay, anyways. I practice a lot.

[>Concern. But keeping his voice level as ever.]

Yeah? Is it something you were learning back in your world?

Pretty sure I learned when I was real little.

[Takes a couple of shaky breaths before he makes himself open his eyes again]

...thanks, dude.

No problem. ...We might want to wash up, though.

Yeah... yeah.

You wanna clean up? I can get this place.

I'll do that, then!

[Time to goooo wash up!]

-Ah, this reminded me... we can kind of fix scars or mold flesh now. If that ever comes up for some reason?

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