and on to the glory at my right hand
"Little old you was the primary reason for the visit," he murmurs to Flora with a smirk as if that might help. Carefully unwrapping the dressing and furrowing his brow at the sight of the wound, it isn't so much that he's worried that it's infected - it looks clean enough, especially after being in the healing waters - but more that it's still open.
And while he's not one to put down Flora's opinions without good reason, he does seem puzzled - worried, even - at the explanation. "You'd think that my own power wouldn't be so effective if that was the case, right...?" Raising an eyebrow, it's with a sigh that he bandages her arm back up and shakes his head.
"Will you let me know if it's still causing you problems in a couple of days?" he asks. "I'll see if anyone else has been nipped by anything like this, and how they dealt with it."
And while he's not one to put down Flora's opinions without good reason, he does seem puzzled - worried, even - at the explanation. "You'd think that my own power wouldn't be so effective if that was the case, right...?" Raising an eyebrow, it's with a sigh that he bandages her arm back up and shakes his head.
"Will you let me know if it's still causing you problems in a couple of days?" he asks. "I'll see if anyone else has been nipped by anything like this, and how they dealt with it."
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