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As Cyll downed her medicine, Amanita smiled, putting her hands on her hips.
"The worse it tastes, the better it is for you. At least, for vegetables. And medicine." she said, before she suddenly stood upright, hearing a crashing sound.
"Cyll, no moving! Y-You two wait here and rest. Mr. Marshall!?" she said, calling out the last bit as she ran down the hall towards the bathroom. Banging on the door, Amanita yelled:
"Mr. Marshaaaaall! I'm coming in! A-And if you're naked, then that's weird because its been way too long since you went in there to take a bath! before Mucu gently grabbed the doorhandle and twisted, eventually breaking the lock.
Before that however, Marshall would hear a soft, pathetic mewling coming from beneath the sink. A small, pale yellow bundle of fur assembled into a quadrupedal form with feline features and long, triplicate pairs of whiskers winced as it tried to run out from beneath the sink, only to cut its paw upon a shard of glass and stumble, limping. Pained mews escaped the tiny creature as it looked up at Marshall, completely at his mercy and utterly helpless. Its large dark eyes stared up at him, the tiniest bit of cloud to them to show that the animal was diseased, and its showing ribcage along the sides of its torso showed that it was starving, too. It seemed it had taken shelter in here some time ago and gotten stuck, perhaps hoping to hunt mice within the confines of the bathroom's small space.
@Ammokkx,
@The 42nd Gecko The two's chatter would last a fair bit of time, before there was the soft sound of a person approaching on the mossy cobblestone'd path. After a tense series of seconds as the sound of armored boots approached the door, they opened to reveal a
harvin donning black plate mail in the doorframe. His size was small, but the warrior and hunter in their beds could see the immense aura the man gave off, as if the very air was gathering around him. He however did not seem malicious in any capacity, looking around curiously before looking to the twosome.
"Excuse me...is the doctor in today? I needed to ask her some questions." he asked.
What would catch Mushi's eye the most however, would be the sword carried upon his back. There were few renowned harvin swordsmen, but most used thinner arms, such as katanas or long swords, whereas the broad greatsword present on the man's back bespoke of his strength. His movements were measured, each one precise and efficient, as if he'd had swordfighting drills beaten into every aspect of his life. His armor bore the emblem of Geste upon it near the right shoulder, and his violet eyes were clearly taking in every part of the room.
"If she's not in, I'll come back some other time. Are you two alright though? I've heard her treatments are odd, but effective."