Max shoves Artimes' hand out of her way. "[color=e78411]Oh, fuck off. Who made you cleric? It's a healing food,[/color]" she growls.
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Adam stares silently at the ichor that was Serapis. He slowly turns to Artimes with a blank expression. "[color=ffe34c] . . . yeah. I'm fine.[/color]" He shakes himself, then offers her a weak smile. At Jacob's whisper, he freezes. "[color=ffe34c]Tonight. Just a little more time,[/color]" he says.