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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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	Amaranthine was glad that things seemed to be calming down. The doctor was all patched up now, as best as he could be it seemed. And the professor looked to be taken care of by the woman who was call Rhoda. All in all it could have gone a lot worse. Especially after what she had walked into when she had first entered the Music Room some time ago. At least they didn't seem to be pushing each others buttons right then. She had questions but she wasn't going to ask them right then. Part of her didn't think it would be a good idea in front of Rhoda and another part of her just didn't want to stir things back up. It would have been like pouring gas on a fire. Best to let it remained died down. 

	Looking over at Rhoda she nodded and took the shirt as it was held out to Dr. Swamp. [color=a187be]"Thank you, so very much,"[/color] she said in a kind voice. Looking it over, it looked like it would do. At least it was something and wouldn't be too different from the shirt he had been wearing, at least in the color. It wasn't the softest fabric but it was better than nothing or many of the rags some had to wear in this day and age. And it was clean and blood free. That was plus. Shaking out the shirt she held it up as she took a step back, holding it in such a way that the Doctor could easily slip his hands in. Once he had she would help him button it if need be, if not she would let him do it himself. Either way, they would be ready to go hopefully by the time someone came and got them.