[Claire rolls her eyes. He was easy to look at until he turned into a stubbed toe. There's a half-smile there, though. At least his sense of humor isn't hemorrhaging. He gets a pair of scissors before she begins to unearth him. Decades have experience have made her bedside manner quite good. She doesn't make a sound at what she sees, but she's glad some of the pressure is off her.]
Once things settle down I'll find a healer for you. The magical kind.
[She imagines the ones she knows are exhausted, if not tending to others or themselves right now. She can tide Jim over until the time is right.]
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Once things settle down I'll find a healer for you. The magical kind.
[She imagines the ones she knows are exhausted, if not tending to others or themselves right now. She can tide Jim over until the time is right.]