> Persephone unbandages Thalia's bandaged left armpit.
> Persephone begins to diagnose Thalia.
> Persephone finishes diagnosing Thalia.
> Persephone pauses, "Oh."
> Thalia tilts her head at Persephone's words now, "...Oh?"
> Persephone glimpses to Thalia's face, "So don't hate me... But..."
> Thalia fears Persephone low-key.
> Thalia whines at Persephone instantly, "No!"
> Thalia scampers from Persephone backward.
> Persephone rummages in her healers bag, "Thalia Solandis, you sit down right now. Your armpit is infected."
> You glance startledly at Thalia.
> Dame Ava widens her sharp deep blue eyes owlishly, "...oh no, you don't need to use the bugs do..."
> Dame Ava trails her words.
> Thalia pushes herself over a beech bed, "Nope! Let me die!"
> Persephone stares hard at Thalia.
> You sigh at Thalia.
> Dame Ava pales her face somewhat, "...Oh goodness."
> You ask Persephone, "Dae ye need Ava an' me tae hold her doon?"
> Thalia stands up behind a beech bed.
> Persephone guilts Thalia shamelessly, "Thalia. I've had a bad week. Can we just do this?"
> Thalia moves from a beech bed to Persephone.
> Thalia pauses herself at Persephone's words barely.
> Dame Ava attemptingly comforts Thalia, "It probably wont...um...take that long?"
> Dame Ava furrows her forehead sympathetically.
> A large thickset woman hands a jar of maggots to Persephone.
> Thalia glimpses between Persephone, you and Dame Ava.
> Dame Ava murmurs to Thalia apologetically, "You poor thing."
> Thalia whines at Dame Ava low-key.
> Persephone takes a surgical thread and a stitching needle from her healers bag.
> Dame Ava moves from a large set of double doors leading west to Thalia.
Thalia gasps at Persephone's surgical thread, "Noooooo."
> Dame Ava sinks her heart to Thalia entirely, "I don't think there is another way Miss Thalia."
> Persephone notes too to Thalia, "And I'll definitely have Margrat hold you down."
> You say soothingly to Thalia, "Joost dinna look at th' things, aye? Pretend tha' they arena e'en there. Pretend tha' it joost be sweet, spring caterpillars, playin' on ye, wha' makes th' crawlin', aye?"
> Thalia flicks her warmhearted gaze to you.
> Thalia gags at your words almost.
> Dame Ava shushes at Thalia soft-spokenly, "Just try not to look. It will be worse if you look."
> OOC -- Persephone says, "Omg I laughed so hard"
> OOC -- Thalia says, "Omg. I cant"
> OOC -- Persephone says, "XD Spring caterpillars. I can't lmao"
@ooc "Margrat tries so hard to be helpful XD
> OOC -- Thalia says, "Hold on. I really can't breath"
> OOC -- Persephone will be away from her keyboard, "I have to pee now"
> OOC -- You say, "Lol"
> Dame Ava thinks that is marginally better than maggots.