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Gwenog Jones (haveyoumet_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Gwenog recognised the spells he was doing from the times she had broken various bones only to have them fixed by the team healers. She was watching intently. The man seemed very nervous. Not that she blamed him exactly. He was built like a broom twig and looked rather more fragile, and he'd just been attacked.

"You need a healer because I'm not making my shit healing skills up. Unless you have a broken nose I'm fuck all use, and no offense but whoever that was beat the fucking shit out of you and you need checking out!" she insisted. She wasn't questioning his want to not go to the hospital. Not that she agreed with him, but she wasn't in the business of dictating to others. Well, not like this.

She offered her hand to him, not sure whether it would work for him to get up, or he would even take it.