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[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Breakfast Room 
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Strength, Dexterity
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Amaranthine glanced towards Quinton as he pointed up and mentioned a sewing room. She wasn't sure if his offer to help was out of kindness or mockery, one couldn't be sure with his dry delivery. Her eyes went upwards and she gave a nod. Upstairs it was, this meant stairs. [color=a187be]""Yes, very well,"[/color] she said in a soft voice as she did what she could to aid the [i]Doctor[/i] in his strides. They were already in the Breakfast Room, so he was moving alright for then. It was good that she wore dark colors this day, blood against white would have been a glaring sight. Darting eyes went towards the Professor as she spoke. Was she referring to Amaranthine or Swamp? It wasn't clear. 

	[color=a187be]"That must burn, so have ones own fleshed seared by their own actions,"[/color] she said in the same soft voice she had been speaking in. It was gentle as the words left her lips. [color=a187be]"Perhaps it would be wise to bind such wounds to prevent further injury."[/color] Turning her attention towards Swamp she nodded. [color=a187be]"Of course, but please do wait a moment,"[/color] she said as she stopped. Juggling her satchel, her instrument case, and Swamp was a task alone, especially for her small stature. The mask was just impeding things even more. They were there for a time it seemed, there was no reason for such facades beyond skin deep any longer. 

	Reaching up she unlaced the mask from behind her head and pulled it from her face. Her large almond eyes blinked as she tossed the mask into her bag and she brushed her dark hair out of her face. [color=a187be]"I have been known to sew a thing or two,"[/color] she said in passing. She was not skilled but she had in her past. Taking the satchels strap she unbuckled it and slipped the instrument cases handle through it. Refastened she laced the strap over her shoulder and across her chest. Now she had both hands free and nothing bothering her face as she walked. Looking to Dr. Swamp she raised her hands towards his face. [color=a187be]"Shall I?"[/color] she asked about the mask. If he wanted to keep it that was him. If he wanted to remove it himself, the same. Yet she would aid him if he needed.