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[sub][@Nanaya][@Estylwen][@Psyker Landshark][@AThousandCurses][/sub][/center]
Otis’s eye twitched at that unnecessary bit of wordplay.

But the Strigidae kept his thoughts to himself as he lowered Ciara on one of the beds. Here, at least, there were no longer any mannekins to be concerned about, so he removed the blanket from the shadow-witch and moved towards the cabinets to pull out a few healing potions off the shelves. One he passed to Iraleth, the elven paladin somehow still moving and conscious despite her stony silence. The other he uncorked for Ciara, propping her up against the frame of the bed before tilting it gradually into her mouth.

Then, because he was economical and because he doubted Kann would care in such circumstances, Otis pocketed the empty vial, found a chair to drape his fur-lined jacket over, and then sent a message to the undermage’s Adapa:

[quote]Ciara Ventura is currently in the clinic, receiving treatment. She is immobilized and relatively calm. This would be a good time to reset dialogue and call off the emergency.[/quote]
A nice, quick, clandestinely sent message, before the Strigidae turned to Doctor Kann once more, his amber eyes unclouded, perhaps even bearing a spark of curiosity.

[b]“I’m good with my hands, Doctor. Put me to work.”[/b]