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17. Nebelung
[Private to Sylvanas]
You mentioned an exchange.
[Private to Davy Jones]
Do you consider yourself Lady Windrunner's friend?
[Spam for Iris.]
[He can, when occasion calls for it, be very, very sneaky. Not strictly breathing helps. When she wakes the day after her return, she finds a worn abalone button - one of Yavru's inexplicable treasures - on her bedside table and a note on her chart about the effects of bloodloss on a bicardial system.]
Eat iron & hydrate!
[Beyond that, he makes himself scarce. He's still not back on his regular shifts in the infirmary, and he doesn't go to the lab, or the greenhouse, or make himself otherwise publicly available. If she tries his room, there are good odds he's hiding out in Morgana's room, or Sylvanas's, or in the most secluded recesses of the library.]
[Private to Hornblower]
...among other things, Captain Bush has mentioned you excel in mathematics.
[Private to Hannibal]
If we were planting a few herbs, would you have requests?
You mentioned an exchange.
[Private to Davy Jones]
Do you consider yourself Lady Windrunner's friend?
[Spam for Iris.]
[He can, when occasion calls for it, be very, very sneaky. Not strictly breathing helps. When she wakes the day after her return, she finds a worn abalone button - one of Yavru's inexplicable treasures - on her bedside table and a note on her chart about the effects of bloodloss on a bicardial system.]
Eat iron & hydrate!
[Beyond that, he makes himself scarce. He's still not back on his regular shifts in the infirmary, and he doesn't go to the lab, or the greenhouse, or make himself otherwise publicly available. If she tries his room, there are good odds he's hiding out in Morgana's room, or Sylvanas's, or in the most secluded recesses of the library.]
[Private to Hornblower]
...among other things, Captain Bush has mentioned you excel in mathematics.
[Private to Hannibal]
If we were planting a few herbs, would you have requests?
[Spam]
Pain is dull. Death is fleeting.
[It's harder to put this into words than one might think, for many reasons. She pauses to gather it up and make it coherent. ]
I... want to be torn apart.
[Spam]
[But he'll find a way, if that's how she needs it.]
[Spam]
[Temporary. But that was the point, wasn't it? She could only have what she wanted for a very brief time. ]
[Spam]
[Spam]
[Spam]
I'll need a few days to collect supplies, but I'll let you know.
[Spam]
[She didn't have much else to do.]