HARPER
Harper squints plainly at Phoebe, eyes dragging up and down her entire body in slow consideration of her huffed comment. "Hmm...yeah, I'm not buying it. You can't be more than twenty, dear." Which to Harper is as good as being a toddler. At 18 he had a kill count, had escaped assassin conditioning, and had become a vigilante. So maybe he didn't have a leg to stand on, but even Oliver seems like a child to him. Good Lord is he really twenty-five? Yikes.
"You're welcome. I'd be happy to start as soon as you want. As soon as my shoulder meets your strict standards of course," he teases, winking at her to try and get the upper hand again after she'd taken him so by surprise. He patiently allows her to help him into the sling, even as he internally cries over the continued treatment. It's not exactly appropriate to tell her he's had to push his own guts back inside his body and keep moving though. Not exactly polite dinner conversation.
"A midwifery? How many patients do you normally get? This is a much smaller place than I'm used to i admit." He supposed the prevalence of magic makes up for the technological downgrade, but he wonders exactly what the population looks like.
"You're welcome. I'd be happy to start as soon as you want. As soon as my shoulder meets your strict standards of course," he teases, winking at her to try and get the upper hand again after she'd taken him so by surprise. He patiently allows her to help him into the sling, even as he internally cries over the continued treatment. It's not exactly appropriate to tell her he's had to push his own guts back inside his body and keep moving though. Not exactly polite dinner conversation.
"A midwifery? How many patients do you normally get? This is a much smaller place than I'm used to i admit." He supposed the prevalence of magic makes up for the technological downgrade, but he wonders exactly what the population looks like.
some things take insane bravery
but after that, you'll be free
but after that, you'll be free
