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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Sewing Room (2F)
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[color=7d6c00][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 2
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	[color=7d6c00]"As the Chanteuse prefers,"[/color] conceded Swamp, referring to her decision to remain steadying him rather than prop him upon something in the seemingly endless interim between herding the rest of the guests where the Lord of the Manor wished them. [color=7d6c00]"Thank you."[/color] His words had a tinge of fatigue added to the strain present; understandable considering the injury inflicted upon him. He continued his attempts to keep as much of his own weight off of Amaranthine as we could, relying on her only as needed to climb the stairs and follow the direction of the houseman. Luckily, past the steps it was just one room up and one room over, though why he was being taken to a Sewing Room and not a proper location for the treatment of injury was beyond him. The Doctor did have to admit a sense of propriety to it, be it in an odd, vulgar sense. There was some stitching to do, after all. 

	As they entered the Sewing Room and Swamp caught the name of the young lady attending, his eyes searched for a place to sit. He settled upon a chair that he might be able to perch himself upon the edge of, lest his seepage of blood sully the fine upholstery thereof. [color=7d6c00]"If you would please, unburden yourself of me [i]there[/i]. Thank you again."[/color] He took note of the position of Professor Walnut and the glint of sarcasm in her words. [color=7d6c00]"That is very gracious of you, Walnut. I applaud your gentility, even in these [i]most[/i] uncertain of times."[/color] 

	Looking to the housemaid in the room, [color=7d6c00]"Rhoda, yes? Rhoda."[/color] He cleared his throat and drew a shaky breath, expanding his lungs as best he could before exhaling slowly. [color=7d6c00]"If you would please, the Professor's injuries are due to her pistol backfiring and should require but cursory treatment. Please see to her first. I offered my own assistance, but I doubt that she would be willing to accept as my own injuries are likewise due to her pistol."[/color] That, and he had zero desire to have her acting as witness to his own appointment with forceps, line, and needle. Such a compromising position, particularly when close attention must be paid to the work at hand, might lead to an opening which might be exploited by hostile parties. [color=7d6c00]"Have you much experience closing skin, young Miss?"[/color] he spoke with polite inquiry.