extremely normal wound. obviously. nothing to worry about here.
Ísja and Num look up at Lani, both of them looking concerned.
ÍSJA: Um, we're gonna need a minute, so if you wanna sit with us, you can! I just gotta treat Num's shoulder.
Lani is quiet for a moment, then sighs and sits down.
LANI: His shoulder?
She glances over at Num.
LANI: What's wrong with your shoul–
Her hands fly up to her face as she processes the smudged, black markings on Num's shoulder. Whatever it is seems to have been partly soaked up by his shirt.
LANI: –derrRRRRR?
Num glances at his shoulder boredly, then back at Lani.
NUM: I got stabbed. Next question.
Ísja puts his hands close to the wound and they emit a soft, blue glow.
NUM: It's from two years ago. It reopens a little every time I die, but it's easy to close back up. I wouldn't be around now if it wasn't for Ísja.
Ísja, still treating Num's wound, grits his teeth slightly.
extremely normal wound. obviously. nothing to worry about here.
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