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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz 
"Well... just now, of course. Like no time at all. I brought her straight here when I knew something was.. very bad. But, Copernicus - you know, my brother - he said she was a little under the weather earlier. So... recent development. Is.. is it curable? I'll donate whatever you need to fix it. Her. Fix her." Plymouth couldn't bring himself to sit down, so he hovered at the back of Cela's chair with his foot tapping nervously.
"I'm not broken, Plym." Celandine told him, making the effort to tug her chair a little further away from him. "I feel better than I have felt in ages and ages. More relaxed."
Much MUCH more relaxed considering she couldn't bring herself to care enough about anything except, apparently moving away from Plym.