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[theresolve]

"This is Thom Rainier's message box, please state your
name and how you prefer your correspondence returned."

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[closerift]

[ dammit, man

Cecily just scoffs, but she's close enough to the clinic now that she doesn't reply. Instead, she enters in person, offering a thin smile when she finds him. ]

I can still leave with these. [ She warns, jokingly, as she deposits the figures and knife gently onto the side table. ] I will, if you test me.

[ If he calls her Inquisitor again right now, anyway. ]

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[theresolve]

[Rainier would never state to be good at puppy eyes or even do anything other than snort in a vaguely offended manner if accused of such, but really. He sets his phone down and holds up his hands to give her as innocent and remorseful look as he can manage.]

Alright, my apologies, I- [pause] ... Cecily.

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[closerift]

[ Oh, don't give her that look. ]

Thank you. [ Really, it is nice to hear her name every once in a while, and she smiles genially at him, settling on the edge of the bed. ]

Is there anything else? I know Doctor Banner can take care of you and all the others, he... seems very capable.

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[theresolve]

This is more than enough, thank you.

You should get some rest yourself, though. Give someone else a chance to save the world for a change.

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[closerift]

I've slept! [ Passed out, really, but that definitely counts.

She chuckles, crossing her arms. ]

I hope you'll make a full recovery before I see you trying to save anything. [ Cecily says, getting to her feet again. ] I expect the members of the Inquisition to be paragons of health, and all that.

[theresolve]

[Rainier raises a hand to give her a salute.] I will make sure I won't be a danger to myself and others before I go trying to play hero again. Promise.