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Fellwing didn't dignify Garrock's grumpy remark with more than a quirk of her brow. She wasn't sure what he was trying to imply. What nonsense could they possibly get into on a quick trip to visit healers? Skobe [i]could [/i]pull something she supposed, but...

But then came the comment from one of the Semscale dragons, and Fellwing couldn't help but get a bad feeling about what was to come. Was the Coryn fellow they'd mentioned truly that bad? Was [i]he [/i]the issue?

... Whether he was or not, he clearly had [i]issues[/i], Fellwing soon realized. And one of them was eating laboratory samples. 

Fellwing slid aside to let the winged drake pass once he was dismissed. Though she didn't consider herself all that sentimental, she did feel a little bad for him. For all the talk she'd heard, he didn't seem... [i]that [/i]bad. But then again, she didn't need to work with him on the daily, unlike—

She turned her attention to Heliotrope as the healer addressed her and the rest of the drakes, though the way she talked about Darkness threatened to make Fellwing fidget. 

[color=#595555]"No symptoms for me,"[/color] she said as casually as she could muster, praying to the Moons her clutchmates wouldn't mention her momentary struggle with her fears at the island. She truly was fine, after all. Getting a little too close to the Darkness on occasion was part of her job description, but she trusted herself to make her way back to the light at the end of the day. Or at the end of the night, as it were. 

She glanced over to the various potions and containers, half-curious, half-desperate for a distraction. [color=#595555]"What is it that you make here? Healing salves and antitoxins and the like, I'd imagine, but I'm curious what else you can produce."[/color][/color]