for the hundredth time or s(o) - joining

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Had Nayru sort of established herself as Malphas’ guardian angel? Well... she wouldn’t call it that, but the personal responsibility she felt for him was one that she was not familiar with. She behaved as if it were her job that he remained healthy (which, it was in a way) and had actually been drawn out from the shadows of her home and the promise of witchcraft to ensure that he hadn’t somehow spontaneously combusted yet.  She hasn’t heard what he had said but seeing Eight fling him into the bog caused some unnatural anger to rise in her chest, her cerulean-shaded eyes narrowing momentarily into slits.

[b][color=#6b7e99]”Did you just throw my recovering patient into the swamp?” She demanded quietly, tempering her rage the moment she realized that she was standing before a newcomer. Oh. That was a bit embarrassing. Turning to Cherry, Nayru would frown a bit. [color=#6b7e99]”Um,” She managed quietly, her cheeks red, [color=#6b7e99]”I’m Nayru... the Sawbone.”