[The mention of festering tickles something in Ademnet's mind, but trying to probe why only gives him a headache. He closes his eyes as she heals him, flinching more at her touch than he did at being clawed in the first place. He looks sick to his stomach by the time she finishes, but sure enough, it does feel a lot better.
Embarrassed, he mutters:] ...Yeah. [Then more loudly:] Thanks.
[He remains convinced it wasn't necessary, though. Nervously, he rubs his branded wrist.]
You all right to keep movin'? I don't mind waitin' with you, if you need a bit.
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Embarrassed, he mutters:] ...Yeah. [Then more loudly:] Thanks.
[He remains convinced it wasn't necessary, though. Nervously, he rubs his branded wrist.]
You all right to keep movin'? I don't mind waitin' with you, if you need a bit.