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[septim]

[ For the briefest moment, an exhausted looking Martin sports a wide, red-and-black gash on his cheek. It's just your imagination, however—in seconds, a shimmering yellow-tinged light washes over his face, closing the wound until only dried blood is left. ] I'm sorry I haven't properly welcomed those of you who have just arrived. My name is Martin Septim, and together with Doctor John Watson, I run the transport clinic. Please, if you must travel around and outside the Hold, be careful. The natives are not happy with us, we're running out of medical supplies, and I don't have any magicka potions.

Thank you for your time. [ In a hurry, Martin cuts off the feed. ]

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[septim]

[ Normally, Martin would argue with that. But there's only three healers that they know of. Using his own magic to staunch his exhaustion isn't working any more—it isn't a substitute for a good night's rest and actual food. ] I should. I'll be in my room if you need me.

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[doctorly]

Alright, be sure to eat and sleep properly.

[that's his concerned and doctor tone there, showing he's serious here, he expects Martin to take better care of himself starting now. it won't do any good to have them dropping like flies when everyone else is depending on their support.

vaguely, john wonders how it got this bad]