[Rey's eyes narrow. A "consequence" of the condition? Not a symptom, or a side effect? Carlisle talk like he brought this on himself. Maybe he did. She doesn't know. It occurs to her very suddenly just how little she does know this person, despite asking him for help.]
Will have to be. The rest will just heal on its own time. [Something which she isn't all too bothered with.
[Not sure what else to do with herself, Rey goes to scavenge the run-down shop to locate a clean towel, blanket, something. Anything that hasn't already been sullied by samandrine, anyway.
[Shortly later, she tracks down the cleanest handkerchief she can find, returning to Carlisle and handing it to him. If nothing else, he can clean that shit off his face.]
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Will have to be. The rest will just heal on its own time. [Something which she isn't all too bothered with.
[Not sure what else to do with herself, Rey goes to scavenge the run-down shop to locate a clean towel, blanket, something. Anything that hasn't already been sullied by samandrine, anyway.
[Shortly later, she tracks down the cleanest handkerchief she can find, returning to Carlisle and handing it to him. If nothing else, he can clean that shit off his face.]
What is that stuff?