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[completelycrazy]

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[originallutece]

[Glue, and it's a little alarming how quickly she moves to grab it.]

I know you're not a bloody doctor, I'm--

[It's a terse reply for a sentence that wasn't all that combative, honestly, but she's focused on getting him ready. Dragging a chair over, she rolls up her sleeve and makes a fist. A vein emerges, and easy as anything she slips a needle in. Blood shoots from her homemade IV (and isn't she proud of it) towards him, and Rosalind sighs sharply.

Good. One task done. Now another, and she leans in, her hand steady as she gets to work.]

They call themselves the Wild Hunt. They arrived soon after you were taken and offered their help. I don't know much more than that; I was a bit busy preparing to ask them questions.

[Terse again, but whatever, she's concentrating.]

[completelycrazy]

Oh.

[Another sound he didn't quite mean to make, but he hadn't realized what she was doing with the IV until she sticks a needle into her own arm. That's... numbing in a way that brings the dizziness back, so he closes his eyes. This is dangerous, he thinks; his body could reject the blood transfused outright like this, and—oh, but Rosalind has thought of that. That's right, she invented blood. Created it from nothing. How incredible. He couldn't even do that.]

What questions?

[He doesn't actually care much about the answer, not right now, but this will be better with a distraction. That's how he made it through the worst of his tattoos, keeping up some kind of conversation with his artist. He holds his arm as still as he can while she pieces him back together, but this sucks a hell of a lot more than a tattoo.]

[originallutece]

What?

[He's talking again. Why is he talking? Can't he see she needs to concentrate? She's not a doctor either, and even the best trained ones wouldn't do stitches while giving blood. But she's extraordinary, and anyway, he needs it, so what choice does she have? But honestly: this is hard enough without Robert distracting her.

But she'll try.]

Who they are, I suppose. Why they haven't shown themselves until now. What kind of name is the Wild Hunt. Things of that nature.