[center][h3][color=green]POX[/color][/h3][/center]

Pox felt like he was being scolded but he just nodded.  [color=green]"Octavia and myself took care of- okay..."[/color].  He already dealt with the big issues, Octavia and he made sure of that but Gwen of course was a better option to look him over.  Otherwise he'd have to work on himself, something he didn't want to do for the sheer lack that he'd have to do it by touch.  That wouldn't have been great.  Gwen did her job, doing perhaps a bit more than she needed and he winced even more so.  [color=green]"You really don't need to do... ouch.  I can do it if it's too difficult."[/color]  Why she needed to leave a scar was something Pox didn't quite get, knowing her methods would inevitably lead to such.  In fact she made it meaningfully painful, and in a very short moment, Pox lost a lot of respect for Gwen.  To use pain to 'teach' someone- when they were already in pain for doing their efforts in battle was not only cruel, it was childish.  It was unrefined and petty.  Like she decided on who did a good job and who did a bad job in a battle.

[color=green]"Is it really that hard to heal properly?"[/color]  Pox snapped back at Gwen when she left him, his hand already moving over his wound and then moving it, the cloth of his leathers re wrapping himself as part of its enchantment.  He would make sure to not give her the satisfaction and would fix her work like a real teacher.  He ignored any remark she had made regardless only replying with  [color=green]"I'm going to have to recheck everyone knowing what a shoddy job you plan to do."[/color]  Pox spit venom, showing he had zero tolerance for her way of thinking, and did just that, making sure the wound healed properly.  Wasting his time and resources, he no longer trusted the 'healer.'

If she had a problem with it, she was welcome to bring it up to him later cause he would give her a piece of his mind.  A doctor that left scars was an amateur at best, and someone who did it intentionally had no place in the operating room. 

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Pox had calmed down by the time they divided up the spoils.  He went to inspect the remains, having the pictures catch his attention.  The remark Alm made Pox trace his finger over the findings.  He had to talk aloud in response to the question.  [color=green]"Looks like they collect things, but why?  What would these creatures want artwork for, old human stuff?"[/color]  He picked one up and studied it, a still life with a beautiful woman.  Pox tried to look at the room itself, maybe they weren't collected, maybe they were always here, he checked for the dust gathered on them, maybe figuring out how long they were there.