i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
[He studies her from behind for a long moment, then hesitantly releases her.]
Yeah, that's right. I'll fuss yer ear off until you go deaf. [...] Lemme see yer hands.
[He doesn't have his staff, so he's even more useless than usual (not that it would matter either way), but he still wants to see and assess the damage. Needs to see. It's the healer in him.]
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Yeah, that's right. I'll fuss yer ear off until you go deaf. [...] Lemme see yer hands.
[He doesn't have his staff, so he's even more useless than usual (not that it would matter either way), but he still wants to see and assess the damage. Needs to see. It's the healer in him.]