[She's. . . she's going to just start crying again. Sorry. Her breath is hitching even harder, in pained little gasps, because it's really just so much worse to cry on somebody twice. While they're carrying you like a baby. There's no recovering from that, really. But it's happening anyway.]
[oh god his streak of making mean lesbians burst into tears is so bad this game
there really is no recovering from that no, you are now his water bottle to try and take care of forever? you little baby? sweet little crybaby having a lot of feelings.
He's, uh, just trying to go faster to get to the medbay at least because he can tell this probably hurts like absolute hell.]
[She sniffles back tears, aware of her permanent sad little feelings baby status with him. It's disgusting, but it's less disgusting somehow because Mollymauk is just. . . the type of person who would never use your feelings as a cudgel against you. Harrowhark tends to think all people are that type of person, regularly mistakes kindness for condescension, but it's obvious with him. If she had to be a pathetic little goth baby at someone, at least it's him.]
[No, Mollymauk wouldn't. Or at the very least, he tries not to be. He won't claim he's perfect in that regard, that he doesn't get the urge to be petty or cruel occasionally, but not with this.
At the very least he's gotten her as far as the medbay, just waiting for the dumb sci-fi doors to open.]
Okay, come on, into the thing. I don't know how it works, so you'll have to show me.
[She's used the pod before, so she knows how to do it. She might need some help climbing in there, but it'll be easier if she can try to get in there on her own.]
[She's getting herself settled in, asking the question a little groggily.]
Ordinarily I could knit my own bones and flesh back together. Though I ought not to mislead you - as a Lyctor, I am a rather miserable failure, but the bones and flesh I can do.
[Beep boop boop beep healing pod.]
. . . How long until midnight? [FYI the answer to this is probably like. . . three and a half hours.]
[Oh! He holds up a finger in a hold on! gesture and digs in his coat pockets, before pulling out a gold wristwatch and holding it up for her to read it..]
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No. I don't want it. I don't want it.
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there really is no recovering from that no, you are now his water bottle to try and take care of forever? you little baby? sweet little crybaby having a lot of feelings.
He's, uh, just trying to go faster to get to the medbay at least because he can tell this probably hurts like absolute hell.]
Hey-- okay! Alright, alright. I'm sorry.
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[She sniffles back tears, aware of her permanent sad little feelings baby status with him. It's disgusting, but it's less disgusting somehow because Mollymauk is just. . . the type of person who would never use your feelings as a cudgel against you. Harrowhark tends to think all people are that type of person, regularly mistakes kindness for condescension, but it's obvious with him. If she had to be a pathetic little goth baby at someone, at least it's him.]
You haven't said anything wrong.
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At the very least he's gotten her as far as the medbay, just waiting for the dumb sci-fi doors to open.]
Okay, come on, into the thing. I don't know how it works, so you'll have to show me.
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[She's used the pod before, so she knows how to do it. She might need some help climbing in there, but it'll be easier if she can try to get in there on her own.]
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Convenient, this thing, when there's no clerics around.
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[She's getting herself settled in, asking the question a little groggily.]
Ordinarily I could knit my own bones and flesh back together. Though I ought not to mislead you - as a Lyctor, I am a rather miserable failure, but the bones and flesh I can do.
[Beep boop boop beep healing pod.]
. . . How long until midnight? [FYI the answer to this is probably like. . . three and a half hours.]
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[She doesn't care for healing spells though.]
I'd say that's rather impressive, but what do I know. [Sniff.] Uh, few hours, probably. Didn't really check the time.
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[Maybe that's a rude question, but she doesn't mean it that way. If he can't read writing, then. . .]
The side effects last for the same length of time spent in here. I need to ensure I don't overstay.
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