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[maidhem]

Hey guys! Has anyone tried the waffles at the waffle place by that mailbox we're being told to pick things up at now? The chocolate chip pecan waffle is FANTASTIC if you haven't! 10/10, will have again!

Oh, and speaking of the mailbox, what's with the weird hints that they're giving on the packages you pick up there? How's a fancy walking stick supposed to 'ease your pain' anyway? The waffles do just as good a job after a long day with the books!

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[compendiem]

[ He would do it, just for the fun of seeing if it works, but that's enough for him to relent and put the knife away, not eager to the point where he would slit his wrist or do something as equally drastic just to force her into a situation where she either uses the staff or watch him bleed out.

But he doesn't really know any other way to make it work... Hm. Maybe it doesn't have to be wounds? ]

...I work with elderly dogs. Some are in pain, just from old age. We could see if the staff does anything with that? It can't hurt. [ Since they already are. ]

[maidhem]

That... should at least help little, if it does anything.

[Even if it couldn't cure the dogs entirely, it could ease their suffering-- and that made it more palatable for Felicia to take. She mulled over this thoughtfully.]

Ethically speaking, is that sort of thing even okay?

[compendiem]

[ Ethics, huh? He casts his eyes down for a second, unable to give a straight yes or a no. It's much easier if she let everything fall to him, from the injury to the healing or lack of, because he can fully understand the consequences, give consent, and take responsibility. ]

Ethics is messy, and depends on the person. Do you believe it's okay to do?

[maidhem]

I.... I don't know.

[She looked at the staff, a thoughtful frown furrowing her eyebrows as she considered everything before her.]

I'm learning how to be a physical therapist. People are doing that because they want to get better-- there aren't these fussy issues of ethics... at least, not like this.

We don't even know how strong this thing will be, and I don't want to start somethng I'm going to regret.

[compendiem]

I'm not fussy. That's why I suggested me, but...

[ He touches a hand to his chest. Something he wants healed, whether it's through magic or his own efforts or even a miracle, but if something does go wrong, nothing he can promise now will take away her regrets. ]

Guess we're at an impasse. Better find somebody who knows more, see what they did to learn.

[maidhem]

[If she knew his sentiments, she might try-- and the regrets would sting all the more if something went wrong. Heaving a frustrated sigh, she shook her head.]

No, it's not that. People being hurt just isn't something you can find on a walk around town, so trying this isn't going to be as easy as I thought...

Still, thank you for offering.

[She tried to smile despite her frustration and unease.]

You did have some good ideas there, and I think you're onto something with the magic songs...

[After all, she was recalling a haunting melody-- one that sounded like it could almost be magical, if the right person sang it.]

...Just, it can't be any old song, and I'm not that good of a singer.

[compendiem]

[ Where there's turkeys, there's bound to be injuries... but it's unreasonable to suggest she camp outside all day and wait for that to happen either. He lets his hand drop from his chest, more willing to explore whether a song would work rather than offer himself up if it doesn't involve a flesh wound. ]

It's easier to sing when you have music to go along with it. Like karaoke. [ He gestures around the room, but it's otherwise silent inside the soundproof walls. ] I come here sometimes. Clarinet, not to sing. But maybe that'll help, if you can think of what sort of song would work.