WHO: whoever
WHAT: infirmary catch-all for the envy demon shitshow
WHEN: yknow
WHERE: The Gallows infirmary
NOTES: injuries, gore, all that you'd expect
[Throw in your healer toplevels or your injured characters dragging themselves in. Go hog wild. Live your truth.]
no subject
(Later she realised that's how she always felt back home, that living in the Gallows has been more relaxing by far and enjoyable; a sobering realisation.)
"I know." He didn't say anything about the pain but he doesn't have to. "I'm nearly done."
She completes another stitch. He's mucking around with his drawers, fidgeting, she can tell out of the corner of her eye but she doesn't dare look. "Yeah. They were face-chompers, too. I guess we have a lot in common."