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Of all the Regulators that had filed back into the Dormum following the Candy Lady case, Kieran was by far the most composed. It only took one look into Vallon’s eyes to see the grief weighing on him, while DeVito and Fuji showed how rattled they were by how uncharacteristically quiet they had become. But Kieran? He merely wore the same dispassionate look that he had left with, albeit with the addition of a limp to his stride courtesy of the cave in. In the chaos, the werewolf had lost his potions case and broke his left forearm. And while he had thankfully already received some basic first aid from DeVito to finish the mission, he needed to give it some proper attention back in the Workshop.  

So while the others dispersed to deal with their grief, Kieran shooed away any concerns and hobbled to his second home. It hadn’t even been a day since he had last been in the room, but already the smell of potions give him an almost nostalgic comfort. A heavy sigh escaped him as he took in the sight, glad that he had survived another mission and would be able to continue his research. It only took him a minute to navigate the maze that was his potions cabinet and produce a vial of Skele Gro, which he brought with him to the stool at his work station. 

All things considered, Kieran had gotten off lucky. Sure, it would be a pain to find another high quality replacement for his trusty attache case, but the potions themselves would not be terribly annoying to remake. And while his arm was by no means going to be all that pleasant to mend, the pain and taste of Skele Gro wasn’t that unbearable to him as he had ingested more than his fair share of the stuff. So with little hesitation, he took the stopper out of the vial and brought the vial to his lips. 

[i][color=coral]”No you dolt! I don’t care if that’s elixir in that bottle, you make sure that bone is properly set or I’ll break it again myself!”[/color][/i] 

Twycross’s words tore through him just before he took his first sip. Kieran’s grip on the glass vial came dangerously close to shattering the damn thing as an awful pit opened up in the werewolf’s chest. It wasn’t like him to get worked up over the loss of a colleague like this. After all, Kieran had kept Twycross at an arm’s length, just like the rest of the Regulators, to keep him from getting distracted from his work should something happen to the healer. Yet here he was, on the verge of breaking down because the one smart ass that wouldn’t leave him alone was gone.

[color=slategray]”What a joke,”[/color] he muttered bitterly as he double checked that the bone was indeed set properly. Once he was certain, he downed the Skele Gro like he was taking a shot of bottom shelf alcohol. [color=slategray]”A stupid, tasteless joke.”[/color]