Max shoves Artimes' hand out of her way. "Oh, fuck off. Who made you cleric? It's a healing food," she growls.
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Adam stares silently at the ichor that was Serapis. He slowly turns to Artimes with a blank expression. " . . . yeah. I'm fine." He shakes himself, then offers her a weak smile. At Jacob's whisper, he freezes. "Tonight. Just a little more time," he says.