[ Rogue's seen the doctor around the brothel, both heading to and from his office and around the bar. If ever they have a moment of interaction, she's been friendly as her job demands, but she's never made much conversation with him, keeping herself busy whenever he's around. It's nothing personal, of course, she just... doesn't much like doctors.
But she's trying to get over that. She doesn't have anyone here who can help her heal if something happens, and as kind as Lysa seems, Rogue is more than a little uncertain of her strange medicinal methods. So one evening, at the end of her shift, she prepares a fresh cup of coffee and makes her way back to that out of the way office, pausing outside the open doorway before poking her head inside with hesitation. ]
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But she's trying to get over that. She doesn't have anyone here who can help her heal if something happens, and as kind as Lysa seems, Rogue is more than a little uncertain of her strange medicinal methods. So one evening, at the end of her shift, she prepares a fresh cup of coffee and makes her way back to that out of the way office, pausing outside the open doorway before poking her head inside with hesitation. ]