[b][h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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[center][color=4286f4]Location:[/color]Deck -> Infirmary -> Emergency Infirmary -> Deck
Skills: N/A[/center] 
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	"[color=4286f4]Right, ambrosia[/color]." Arthur mumbled, easily taking orders from Andy. Honestly, the mere existence of that stuff but his mind at ease in so many ways. Magic healing items tended to make lives easier, and it was a crutch it felt like they needed, given how their lives seemed to be in constant danger, keeping it on them and easy to access would probably be the difference between life and death. Heading into the infirmary, he started rummaging through the cabinets, and eventually found what he was looking for, those lovely squares of healing bliss. He paused for a moment as a thought crossed his mind, and made a "[color=4286f4]Hmm.[/color]" noise.

	Arthur grabbed what he thought would be enough for Demi and Andy and himself in the moment, but also an extra square. If push came to shove, and either him or Andy were in mortal danger, he'd rather have it on his person than anywhere else. The sooner he could get it in the body of the wounded, the better their chance to survive, he reasoned. He didn't want to be out, away from the ship, have Andy get stabbed, and be helpless but to watch her die. If he could help it, he would never feel helpless again. With the requisite food of the gods in his hands, he headed back to the emergency infirmary, slipping the spare square into his pocket as he headed there. Arriving, he placed the ambrosia lightly into Demi's hands, saying, "[color=4286f4]Take this and [i]please[/i] feel better.[/color]" Before running off to find Andy, and handing her a square, before plopping one in his own mouth, and smiling as it melted in his mouth. It tasted like hot, buttered popcorn, the kind of cheap movie popcorn he'd only get to have on the rare occasion his family went to the theater. Smiling as most of his injuries faded away, he said, "[color=4286f4]Eat it, you look like you could use it.[/color]"