Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Okidoke Amy said, moving over to the healer/her head of house. On that note, she prayed that she would be nice and soft. And then Amy remembered that was what she was paid for, she sighed slightly as she let the healer do her thing. She hoped it wasn't still bleeding, she REALLY couldn't handle blood, she'd had to detroy her shirt that had blood all over it. She just didn't do blood
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