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[ingeniar]

[ Out of nowhere with no warning. ]

Hey. FYI, Strange is going to be out of commission for a few days.

[nightsung]

And you're telling me this why, exactly?

[ingeniar]

Figured you would worry.

[nightsung]

Lanfear and I can handle his caseload just fine.

Did he finally choke on his own ego?

[ingeniar]

Stone curse from the freaky maze. Apparently it had been growing for a while now. Had to lose his hands.

[nightsung]

[ Despite the fact that Shadowheart has seen the curse's rot plenty in the medical tent, she's somehow unprepared for this. ]

He what?

[ingeniar]

Technically one hand and half of one arm. But, you know, that includes the other hand.

[nightsung]

Who performed the amputation?

[ingeniar]

I did.

[nightsung]

[ Oh. ]

Is he alive?

[ingeniar]

Probably would have lead with that if he wasn't.

He's sleeping a lot. Hurts too much to be awake I guess.

[nightsung]

I can help with the pain.

[ingeniar]

Magically?

[nightsung]

Yes.

I potentially could have saved his hands with magic, if he wakes up and gets any stupid ideas about hacking off his other limbs.

[ingeniar]

Sure, and risk making it worse. Magic is unpredictable. It's what caused this whole problem in the first place.

[nightsung]

[ -15 approval ]

I'm a highly skilled cleric who can heal disease and curses with a look or a touch. I've brought people back from the brink of death. Don't patronize me.

[ingeniar]

Let's agree to put a pin in this for when my friend didn't just almost die thanks to a weird stone curse. Either come over with a muffin basket or don't, I don't really care.

[nightsung]

Will you let me help with the pain or not?

[ingeniar]

Are you going to be a mean mommy to him?

[nightsung]

[ ugh, men ]

I'll bar you from the tent if you're going to jerk off in the corner about it.

[ingeniar]

Wow, I really don't want to know why you went straight to that. I'm married, I can be good. I just don't want anyone stressing him out. It upsets the Cloak.

[nightsung]

I have nothing to say to him. I'll only stay long enough to give him some relief.

[ingeniar]

[ Press X to doubt that resolve, but: ]

Fine.

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[nightsung]

[ Shadowheart hasn't seen Stephen in the flesh since his last visit to her tent--before the maze, before being spirited back to Baldur's Gate, his hands and mouth warm and clever on her skin.

The scent of blood carries in the late summer heat, finding her well before she reaches the med tent. She's prepared for anything, but steels herself nonetheless, half so she doesn't field any more questions from Stephen's friend about her suitability for this work. ]