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[bratherine]

( today in things that were meant to be locked to the Tamamo only is this post, mostly because it's hard to remember to lock your posts when you're in pain. )

anyone know how to fix broken ribs

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[bratherine]

( It's one thing knowing healing powers exist — she's never personally seen them, but they're logical enough things to exist back home — but being subject to it is something else. Surreal, almost wrong in the way it so quickly puts everything to rights. A shiver trails down her spine despite the warmth, powers that aren't her own flooding her body. Calming, soft, soothing.

So many things powers never have been.

It's strange to move this quickly, this easily, to turn her head and examine the spot once the woman pulls away, twisting her body this way and that before she grabs the zipper of her dress and yanks it back up.

As if nothing ever happened. )

... Seems good.

( She swings her legs over the side of the bed and grabs the strands of the apron she's stuck wearing, fiddling with fabric before; )

What do I owe ya?

( It's easier to ask that than say thanks, apparently. )

[medicative]

[stepping back to allow the young woman her space, she busies herself with putting something away in a cabinet, back in its proper place, before answering, and names a number that will probably strike Kate as rather low for the level of work that just happened.]

Of course, if that's too much, we can work out some form of trade as well. We like to remain flexible here, to be able to treat as many patients as we can.

[this is why the clinic is half a charity project, really.]

And oh, everything happened so quickly, I didn't even introduce myself to you. Terribly sorry, to have forgotten that - I'm Emily Dyer, one of the resident physicians of this clinic.

[bratherine]

( She's British, she has no idea what medical treatment would "normally" cost. Still, there's a moment where Kate opens up a banking app and frowns at the screen. Unsurprisingly, a few weeks of being here doesn't exactly make for a generous cushion of cash with which to pay unexpected medical bills.

Hm. Well, the introduction seems to offer a second distraction, and problem. Did she ever give Ryouma a name? Her brow knits. She doesn't think so, and unfortunately it's not like she can avoid the fact that her real name is on her accounts, so— )

... Kate.

( Now, as for the matter of payment; )

You need a cleaner or owt? ( She can work off the half she can't pay. That seems fair. And it gives her something else to do when Tamamo aren't making her work for them. )

[medicative]

Always, as it happens. But you needn't worry about needing to immediately do that - we'll sort things out once you've had some time to live without pain, and doubtless you're already busy.

[so, on her own time. Emily's only ruthless with debts when it comes to grown men she can command into service to move furniture.]

[bratherine]

( This is a valid use of calling up debts, in Kate's opinion.

And she does have some revenge to plot, it's true. )

Alright. ( Her fingers reach to where the injury used to be and press against it. It's perfectly in tact, and that's still a pretty odd thing to get used to. ) Can I message you about it?

( And maybe send an injured birdbrain to her when Kate finally enacts her revenge 👿 )

[medicative]

Of course. I'm quite easy to reach.

[given that her handle on this digital network is merely her name.]

...May I ask how all of this came about? You said you got hit with a bat - it'd be helpful to know if I should be expecting more patients.

[bratherine]

( She nods. Noted. )

... Dickhead bird were out breakin' shit. ( She could be nice about it, but the guy's a dickhead. ) Wanted him to knock it off.

( ... Well. Wanted him to stop being half naked around her. Same thing. )

[medicative]

A bird?

[she has a sinking feeling in her stomach about this.]

[bratherine]

( Sorry, Emily, it's exactly who you think it is. )

Aye. ( ... Is it probably rude to address this guy as a dickhead bird when Emily has wings of her own? Nah. Emily isn't a dickhead. Well. So far. )

Some guy wi' fluffy hair who don't know how to dress himself.

[medicative]

...I see.

[she says it calmly, and manages to smile.]

I'll have to keep an eye out.

[or just simply call him as soon as Ryouma and Kate leave.]

[bratherine]

( Well. Kate sees no reason to keep stuffing up this bed and taking Emily's time, so she hops off with a stretch that is blissfully easy. )

Um... ( There's a pause, an awkward silence before; ) Thanks.