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[bloodspeaker]

Well, isn't this just peachy. As if we didn't have enough fucking work to do without an actual disaster situation coming down on our heads.

[Adrasteius glares into the feed, his pale, thin face looking a bit haggard.]

Folks, my name's Adrasteius, and I'm the guy in charge of our clinic. Emphasis on ours, mind you. If you were injured in the crash and you need medical attention, please let me know immediately. I can come to you, or I can send you someone else.

[He huffs, runs a hand through his hair. He's already been running around ever since the spaceship crashed, tending mostly to the natives caught in the blast. Sweat beads his throat and forehead.

His voice is a little hesitant when he goes on.]

On another note, for the safe and waiting and bored... Due to my work here, and bullshit like this, I haven't really gotten a chance to explore the surrounding areas. I'm not asking for the weather report out there or something, I just need to know--have any of you with the skill sensed any natural magic in this land?

[It might be a long shot. It probably is a long shot. But he's at least got to ask.]

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[bloodspeaker]

[Adra's grip is firm and warm, but he doesn't hold her hand for any longer than she wants it held.]

Good to meet you, Syllona. Will you come with me? I'll get you a blanket and something hot to drink.

[lexiconning]

[ Which isn't very long; her own grip is weak and downright shaky throughout. The mention of a drink and blanket snaps her eyes up to his. (And up from the floor.) ]

I'm-- I'm not cold. [ It's a lie, but not intentional. She honestly hadn't noticed. ]



[ Which isn't very long. Her own grip is weak and downright shaky throughout, too busy fighting her anxieties down enough to speak up a little. She's okay, right? May....be.]

I'll follow you. [ Not even a hello. :'| ]

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra ain't worried about it. He only cares that she's agreed to come here. He nods and gestures, indicating that she should come along with him.

He does not lead her to an examination room, but rather to the staff break room, near the back of the clinic. The chairs here are squashy and comfortable, and there's a fridge/microwave/sink/etc.]

Have a seat, kiddo.

oh man i didn't notice how wonky that tag up there was SCREE

[lexiconning]

[ She keeps up, glancing here and there as they pass rooms. She's never been in a clinic before, and it shows.

The chairs get a long stare, but she does sit down, at least, sinking into the cushions a bit. ]

I... um. [ Yeahh, she's got nothing. ]