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She only gives a nod in agreement, as she's picking up on the envy in Nate's voice and feels like she doesn't need to make any further comments. Her living conditions are considered very good by Drench standards. Though at least she understands fully how it's like to not have a dry place, having lived the first half of her life in the worse areas.
She watches him with some curiosity as he looks away and mentions breaking the law. Having a clinic is in and of itself not something illegal, but those of the Drench might be under more or less suspicion of doing more than just patching up injuries and handing out regular medicines. She can understand him wanting to avoid talking too loudly about it. "Yeah, you still seem alright to me. For a doctor." She teases lightly, her small smile almost growing into a smirk.
Though it falls from her face when Nate switches back to professionalism. The brief more casual conversation had started to relax her, but some small amount of tensed caution returns and the tapping on the clipboard gives her a sudden sense of urgency. Whether it's meant to or not. "No, there's nothing else. I should probably not sit here and talk your time away." Her voice is still somewhat quiet and she can excuse it with being her lungs aching too much to give her enough strength to speak up. Her fingers close around the bottle she was given and makes to stand, carefully in case her lungs decide to throw her into another coughing fit.
She watches him with some curiosity as he looks away and mentions breaking the law. Having a clinic is in and of itself not something illegal, but those of the Drench might be under more or less suspicion of doing more than just patching up injuries and handing out regular medicines. She can understand him wanting to avoid talking too loudly about it. "Yeah, you still seem alright to me. For a doctor." She teases lightly, her small smile almost growing into a smirk.
Though it falls from her face when Nate switches back to professionalism. The brief more casual conversation had started to relax her, but some small amount of tensed caution returns and the tapping on the clipboard gives her a sudden sense of urgency. Whether it's meant to or not. "No, there's nothing else. I should probably not sit here and talk your time away." Her voice is still somewhat quiet and she can excuse it with being her lungs aching too much to give her enough strength to speak up. Her fingers close around the bottle she was given and makes to stand, carefully in case her lungs decide to throw her into another coughing fit.
The reader of this text has standing permission for responsible powerplay and to use physical/magical force against this character.
Instant killing and permanently maiming not included.
Instant killing and permanently maiming not included.
