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[acreage]

WHO: Holden, you!
WHAT: A catch-all for the month(?)
WHEN: After Satinalia and onwards
WHERE: Kirkwall, Gallows
NOTES: There'll be post-murderhaus stuff in here, so there may be references to some of the horror movie occurrences!

Starters will be in the comments! I'm sorry, I'll write a real log one day.

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[innerharbor]

Amos makes the sounds of laughter in return, because it's what's expected. "Shit, yeah. As long as you don't tear a new hole in yourself. The food'll fall right out."

[acreage]

"I'll do my best," he says, wry, and adds more softly, "What I wouldn't give for an autodoc around here. I think I saw someone carrying a tank of leeches earlier."

[innerharbor]

"Yeah. Cap? If I get busted up, put me in the ground before they pull out the leeches." It's not entirely serious, but not entirely not.

[acreage]

Well.

"I promise I won't let anyone leech you. Same goes for any other horrifying technique we don't know about yet."

Anything that definitely won't help him, anyway.

"That's one thing I'll say about magic." Ugh, magic. "It's a lot better for healing than some of these alternatives."

[innerharbor]

Amos looks Holden over. "They magicked you already?"

[acreage]

He hums an affirmative.

"Considering the other options, I wasn't about to stop them."

Emergency field medicine was only going to take him so far, and he has zero desire to wait out natural healing times.