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[color=a187be][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor: Sewing Room (2nd Floor)
[color=a187be][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Dexterity, Charisma
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Amaranthine slowly pulled back from Dr. Swamp. He didn't seem to be taking the whole getting a bullet removed from his side very well. She forced a thin lipped smile towards him while the woman in the room took care of Professor Walnut. At least there were not two people for her to tend too right then, though the way that Swamp was reacting to this bit of metal removal, it might have been better if Rhoda had tended to Swamp and Amaranthine tended to Walnut. At least Walnut's wound seemed to be more minor. This was not something that Amaranthine was used to doing and as Swamp spoke she looked worried about the situation and concerned about the man. Once again the woman, if she was trying to hide her emotions she was failing. She wore them on her sleeve. At least he hadn't passed out. 

	Looking around she found a bucket and placed it on the floor next to him before double checking the needle. Reaching up with a wet rag she dotted his brow and down the back of his neck, letting it rest there for a it. It would be cool against his skin and hopefully help. [color=a187be]"I promise to work as quickly and delicately as I am able,"[/color] she said in a soft voice as she got closer to him and leaned down so she could get a better view of where the bullet entered. [color=a187be]"I do not see pieces of bone, this is good no?"[/color] she said, hoping it was. 

	The Chanteuse was not medically trained, by any stretch of the imagination but she did have some skills. One of which was music. [color=a187be]"Just focus on my voice,"[/color] she said gently and smiled nervously towards him. So she sat there and [url=https://youtu.be/0KkTb4AMW8w]sung[/url] very softly, almost a whisper as she began to sew up the skin to the best of her ability. [color=a187be][i]"Wolves asleep amidst the trees. Bats all a swaying in the breeze, but one soul lies anxious wide awake fearing all manner of ghouls, hags and wraiths. For your dolly Polly sleep has flown. Don't dare let her tremble alone for the witcher, heartless, cold paid in coin of gold. He comes he'll go leave naught behind but heartache and woe. Deep, deep woe. La la la la da la la da. Birds are silent for the night. Cows turned in as daylight dies. But one soul lies anxious wide awake. Fearing all manner of ghouls, hags, and wraiths. My dear dolly Polly shut your eyes. Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries. As the witcher, brave and bold, paid in coin of gold. He'll chop and slice you, cut and dice you, eat you up whole. Eat you whole."[/i][/color] It was an old and strange lullaby sung in the world. 

	Reaching for the scissors, she cut the thread and placed her materials down on the table next to him. She was done and had done a surprisingly good job on the stitching. Taking a breath she took a linen dipped it in the water, wringing it out as her eyes cast back towards Dr. Swamp. She said nothing, just watching and waiting to see how he was reacting to the last bit before she dared attempt to wrap up the wound now that it was sealed. 

[sub][color=ed1c24]*Once again, I will need a roll for Swamp against Constitution due to being stitched up. [/color][/sub]