[Rictor/Siana - Grande Cathedral | 1:30pm]
“Reluctantly. There was some risk of infection, considering the circumstances, which made it take longer than it ought.” He touched his side, an instinctive check on the ribs that had been a twisted mess just a couple weeks earlier, like mangled debris. The long-term damage might have been truly ugly if they hadn’t had Luscini on-board, and a talented stable of church mages to deal with the open contaminated wounds.
“And yours? Not here for some first-rate Pharist healing, are you?”
The question of the tenements healer and his lofty promises arose – but it was a brief thought that he soon forgot once he stood aside for another passing parishioner, bringing him in line with the samurai. Rictor crossed his arms, settling into an easy stance; he was evidently pausing for a proper conversation, rather than a mere tip of the hat and continuing on their merry way. The curiosity still nagged at him about their case, after all. He’d heard some of the official report passed back to the Feldwebel, but more information straight from the horse’s mouth would be appreciated. The EKP had seized their suspect so quickly, leaving little room for the Church to throw its weight around. (This time.)