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[ slipping back inside quietly, cradling his left hand after this went down ]

[ he ruffles through his cabinet to get the bandages . . . ]

It wasn't him.

How's that possible?

Something called a boggart shows up in October. It takes on the face of something or someone we fear.

... Sounds fun. Seems like you got out mostly unscathed.

The real Loki showed up and destroyed it.

[this may be some genuine surprise] ... Alright. We'll send him a gift basket later.

And your wrist?

I broke it in order to slip through. Didn't work very well.

Tell me what happened.

I was on the roof and this thing corners me with the scepter. Spouting the usual bullshit.

"Usual bullshit"?

How lost I am without direction.

And then our good friend marched in and saved the day?

He said something about "hearing my call". I don't buy it, but I don't think he set it up because the thing turned on him.

Hm.

[a beat lapses, then she regards his wrist, even if it's been taken care of]

Don't suppose there's a doctor around here you can see about that.

I don't need a doctor.

That your expert opinion?

It's a broken wrist.

[nodding] Right. I can see how you'd think that'd be a minor issue for an archer.

You're not dragging me to the doctor, Nat.