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[littlemissfutility]

"This is Beth."

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[venenifer]

[A deep breath in, sighed out through his nose.

People can be so fussy.]

May I look at them?

[He'll have to come in closer to do so, and Maker knows what these Rifters are capable of.]

[littlemissfutility]

[ She nods, arms crossing in front of herself, and bends forward a little to make it easier. They can just do this over here, near the entrance to the infirmary, right? No point getting herded over to one of those beds. ]

It's been a couple days since I got 'em. [ A week or two? The hospital made it easy to lose track of time. ] I can take them out myself, just...I gotta know when.

[venenifer]

[If there's a problem with where they are, Brother Gideon isn't about to voice it. He leans in a bit as well, narrowing his eyes.]

They're looking fine. Keep them clean, and come back again towards the end of the week so I can check again.

[All business, he doesn't crack a smile once.]

Oh-- here.

[Turning on his heel, he goes to a shelf of salves and tinctures, removing a small pot that he brings over to her.]

Put this on them, twice daily. Less chance of scarring.

[littlemissfutility]

[ Her eyes are on the little jar, but she doesn't reach out. ]

What's in it?

[venenifer]

Extract of elfroot and arbor blessing. It will help heal and regenerate the skin.

[littlemissfutility]

[ She looks at it a little longer. She doesn't reach for it. ]

I'll be okay. But--thanks.

[venenifer]

[He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't push it. Some people like the scars, he supposes.

A nod of, perhaps, dismissal as he turns back toward the shelves.]