[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmFhODNlMi5RbkoxYm1ocGJHUmwuMA,,/vtks-rascunho-errado.regular.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/xyxWeNk.png[/img][/center] [hr] [center][h3][i]Day 2, 12:36 PM, Lunchtime[/i][/h3][/center] [hr] [color=8493ca]"I think I'll go with Feather too - much easier that way."[/color] Inuit and Norse names were no problem. Icelandic, Danish, Finnish, Swedish, French, no problem. This name sounded like it broke all of the spelling rules that Brunhilde had internalized over the past seventeen years. She tapped the tip of the pen on the page, certain that she had misspelled Saqui's actual name, then crossed out 'Saki' and circled 'Feather'. The borscht had gotten cold by this point, and Brunhilde figured she might as well eat the strange Russian soup sitting in front of her. It tasted rather sour, as expected, but was indeed quite delicious. It was a nice change of pace from the ludicrous quantities of fish, shark, and fermented fish and shark (which, to be fair, only barely qualify as food) that she was used to. Her left arm caught her attention again. The tendons in the back of her left hand visibly spasmed for the entire time she ate, producing a very dull ache. Something was definitely [i]very[/i] wrong - that kind of twitching wasn't the sort of thing that a person could simply ignore, and the notebook made no mention of it. There was definitely some sort of nervous system damage present. Her leg wasn't feeling any better either, but at least it wasn't as bad - more of a periodic 'kick' in some of the muscle fiber bundles. Neither twitch was the sort of thing that could be done intentionally. She went ahead and scribbled down the problem in the notebook with the instructions, 'See a doctor.' Gus's words caught her attention again. This time he had remembered to swallow his food before speaking, which was a very welcome improvement. [color=8493ca]"So I take it Blood has something to do with medicine, then?"[/color] [@Zelosse][@FaithsRose]