Amos pulls out the last piece of shrapnel and searches for any others he can't immediately see, fingers ghosting carefully along her skin. "I don't think so, but there's better healers'n me here. You should go see 'em, ma'am."
He's seen the clinic, even if he's never been in there himself.
Her nonchalant question doesn't bother him. He's gotten a little blase about how he'll die himself: violent lives often have violent ends, he knows.
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Amos pulls out the last piece of shrapnel and searches for any others he can't immediately see, fingers ghosting carefully along her skin. "I don't think so, but there's better healers'n me here. You should go see 'em, ma'am."
He's seen the clinic, even if he's never been in there himself.
Her nonchalant question doesn't bother him. He's gotten a little blase about how he'll die himself: violent lives often have violent ends, he knows.