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A sprain, huh? So they can still do things like that. She shakes her head, inappropriately amused. “Yeah sure, you could,” she agrees, then has a jolting realization. He knows all this already, he’s a fucking doctor of sorts.
And she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t… needing an odd bit of release. Just a teensy one. What’s a favor amongst siblings?
Adopted siblings, if you want to get real specific about it.
“Or -” she posits, showing her teeth where Nate does not. “I have upgraded healing magic. Could fix you right up.” Her tone leaves room for him to decide her motivation: helpful older sister or inconspicuous deviant? She presents a forearm to him, with an oh-so-carefully neutral expression.
And she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t… needing an odd bit of release. Just a teensy one. What’s a favor amongst siblings?
Adopted siblings, if you want to get real specific about it.
“Or -” she posits, showing her teeth where Nate does not. “I have upgraded healing magic. Could fix you right up.” Her tone leaves room for him to decide her motivation: helpful older sister or inconspicuous deviant? She presents a forearm to him, with an oh-so-carefully neutral expression.
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