PHOEBE
Phoebe and Pim glanced at each other, both rather perplexed by this fellow. Odd perhaps but…certainly not a danger. That was really all Pim cared about. And since Pim’s interest seemed to be waning, Phoebe equally felt assured there was nothing to worry about.The midwife huffed a bit and crossed her arms. ”I’m not a prude I just wouldn’t want you to be caught outside dressed like that. You never know what might happen during LongNight.” she said, lips pursing a bit. She was pretty sure you couldn’t be a prude and be close friends with the god of sex and fertility. At least night fully a prude anyways. Maybe she was a little prudeish…was she actually a prude? She shook her head slightly to clear it, resigning herself to the fact that this man was going to insist on walking around half naked.
”Awfully nimble for being in so much pain.” she commented as she pulled up a stool to sit beside the bed he was on. Yeah. This guy was faking it. You didn’t need to know anything about medicine to figure that much out. ”Well then, if you haven’t eaten in awhile, I am quite certain the pain you’re feeling is stomach cramps from starvation. A few good meals will fix you right up, which I would be happy to provide.” she said, pressing gently against his abdomen. Clearly he needed to eat but nothing felt out of the norm. Of course…then he started pointing to his groan. Ugh. She glanced towards his barely covered manly bits then back at him. Well, if he was putting on a show, so could she.
”Oh my, that’s what hurts? That’s very serious indeed, very, very serious.” she said nodding her head, pretending she was playing along with a child’s antics. ”I’ll have to prepare you for surgery right away. It’s the LongNight Curse you see – flesh simply starts dying off and if we don’t cut it away you’ll die too.” she said, looking over at Pim. ”Pim, hurry now and get me my surgical bag, the chloroform, and numbing poultice. We’ve an emergency castration to perform!”
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