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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 . . . ]

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.