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[sanomorior]

Alright, guests. If you've ever come by the infirmary, you know who I am, but for the lucky people who haven't, I'm Sycora Novitas. If you need a doctor, that's where I'll be ninety percent of the time.

So, business.

[There's the sound of papers shuffling, there.]

I'm sure you all remember the plague we had last month. I can assuredly tell you that it will not happen again. Kloe Bishop has been treated and her contagion is suppressed.

But she is not to be harmed in any way. If you attack her, you will be punished, so leave her be.

That's all.

[The following, however, is sealed to Isabella:]

I've worked up a treatment plan. If you don't care about anyone hearing, go ahead and talk to me here -- otherwise, come see me. I'm in the infirmary.

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[angha-firebird.livejournal.com]

She's healed? She won't--

[A half giggle-half whimpered sob. The audio clicks off so Aara can be emotional by herself for a bit The feed clicks on again a moment later.]

Thank you.

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[sanomorior]

[Aw. This one sounds young.]

Not healed, but close enough. You're welcome.

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[angha-firebird.livejournal.com]

I... cannot express my thanks enough.

[A light, trembling laugh.]

So thank you. I am sure Kloe is... very happy and relieved.

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[sanomorior]

[Sycora smiles. She's so... grateful. And Sycora hadn't even done anything for her!]

I hope so.

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[angha-firebird.livejournal.com]

She is.

[There is absolute trust and faith in what Aara says here. She believes it with everything she has.]

So--for all of us: thanks.

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[She's still a little uncomfortable about everyone knowing and so she creeps to the infirmary without a word on the journal.]

Sycora?

[She is trying to keep that hopefulness out of her voice but she has a set of butterflies that are the size of houses in her stomach and they are not settling down. She's so very anxious.]

Are you around?

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[sanomorior]

I am. Come on in.

[Sycora sits on a cot inside, waiting for her patient. When she spots Isabella, she smiles.]

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[The bard sees that smile and raises one in return. Isabella is going to take liberties here and sit next to Sycora upon the cot because she was afraid her knees would not hold her. The answers to questions here could change Isabella's life.

Her voice, when she speaks, showcases her nerves if nothing else does.]

Is it good news?

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[sanomorior]

Yes, [she says, certain and triumphant.] I can make your wings better.

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[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[Isabella is excited to say the very least.]

Truely?! Oh Sycora! This is wonderful news!

[The bard is just a touch overwhelmed and hugs Sycora. She lets go almost as quickly. The bard is almost bouncing in her seat. ]

What has to be done?

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[sanomorior]

[That hug gets a grin from Sycora, but it fades back into a smile.]

It's not an easy fix, and it's not fast. I'm afraid I can't guarantee you'll be able to fly again any time soon, either. But... it would require more surgery.

[She sobers.]

I'd have to re-break bones, cut and re-sew tendons, and do a lot of surgeries. It'll be easier, since I can heal you, but they'll have to be done in stages. I don't want to risk excessive blood loss or overdose of medication.

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[3wayforjustice]

Suppressed. Not cured.

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[sanomorior]

Yes, suppressed. She's no longer contagious.

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[3wayforjustice]

How can you be sure of this?

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[sanomorior]

[Not that the process is any of Anders' business, but...]

I kept her for testing. During this time, she'd already taken the medicine I gave her, and I made every effort to become infected. As you can hear, I'm not dead, or a flesh-craving beast.

I'm fine, and so is she.

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[3wayforjustice]

You could have died and come back already. How are any of us to know that isn't what happened?

[This is the part where someone should take his friend's advice and think before he speaks.]

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[sanomorior]

[Ahh, Anders. That friend of yours is smarter than you think.]

Listen. I want to keep the virus contained just as much as you do. When I say she is safe, she is safe. I'm a doctor - I treat people, not lie to them.

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[kptn-sparrow.livejournal.com]

[Jack is convinced that you are a dangerous man in any equation and only satisfied when there's blood upon the ground- seeing this comment. He'll be paying mighty close attentions to this conversation but has no wish to get involved farther.]

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[abstinentzombie]

Thanks.

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[sanomorior]

You're welcome.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Having problems with the locals, doc?

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[sanomorior]

[A small laugh.]

A few. People get rowdy when they think they're in danger.

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Can't really blame them, given what happened.

... You're absolutely sure it's contained?

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[sanomorior]

Absolutely sure. Kloe has been medicated and, so long as she continues to use said medication, will continue to be safe for the masses.

How about you? You been holding up alright?

[Not out of crackers yet?]

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[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

[Wellp. Considering she has medication to combat the effects of DNA, he's sort of inclined to believe that.]

If you say so.

Yeah, more or less. Talking pumpkins notwithstanding.