the hailstorm
Oh. Well. That’s good to know then. Neron murmurs a thanks as he’s mummified and taken care of (burns-wise, anyway), and as Isla gives him the all clear, he busies himself with getting his clothes back on, listening in the meantime to her prognosis. And at the idea that he rest, he scoffs and shakes his head, like she’s just asked him to stand on his head for the duration of Longnight. ”That is in rather short supply these days, don’t you think?”
Rising to his feet, he nonetheless offers a respectful nod to the medic. ”I will do my best. Thank you,for making time to see me today. And for putting my mind at ease.” And, not wanting to waste either of their valuable time any longer, Neron allows Isla to do whatever else she deems necessary, and then gets himself on his merry way once more.
~FIN
Rising to his feet, he nonetheless offers a respectful nod to the medic. ”I will do my best. Thank you,for making time to see me today. And for putting my mind at ease.” And, not wanting to waste either of their valuable time any longer, Neron allows Isla to do whatever else she deems necessary, and then gets himself on his merry way once more.
~FIN
