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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] N/A
[color=a187be][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 4
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	Letting out a slow breath, Amaranthine looked over towards Dr. Swamp and blushed slightly at his kind words. The man seemed to be doing well, despite just having a needle being drawn through his skin again and again while she had stitched it up. Whether he just was being nice or not, she didn't think on. She was just glad he hadn't ended up passing out while she was in the middle of it. That could have made things so much more difficult. Especially if she had been in the middle of a stitch. Could have pulled and ripped things even more. Granted if he had passed out he wouldn't have felt it anymore but she wasn't exactly built for heavy lifting. While Dr. Swamp didn't appear to be exactly someone in a heavy weight class, he was still far larger than he was, and far taller. She doubted she would have been able to move him herself. Though, that wasn't a concern now. 

	The man was doing well, and ended up not needing a bucket to spit up in. Smiling faintly at him, she went about wrapping the wound up now that it was stitched and tying it off as best she could. Now came the moment where he would need something to wear. His skirt wasn't exactly in the best of shape and while it probably would be mended and cleaned, it would be wet for sometime even after all that. He needed something now. Glancing around she was not spotting anything right off hand and glanced over towards the woman that was tending to Professor Walnut. [color=a187be]"Is there perhaps a shirt that the good doctor could be lent this evening?"[/color] she asked in a meek voice.