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Christof's brows furrowed- he hadn't thought of that! But... if they DIDN'T find it? He tentatively picked up the little hand to give a tug in case the limb broke free like a spider, but no it remained firmly attached. Ah well. Perhaps he'd think about it on the way back. Still, he was more interested in this mysterious student. It was so similar to... yet entirely different. Was it a mask? Or its face? What lay underneath? Clearly a Doctor, or a doctor in training... Christof's eyes darted up and down it's form before he flushed and gestured down to the elvish corpse with a flush on a few patches of his face, trying to see if it needed any help. THIS was the sort he should have been seeking out! Barth... was certainly a challenge, and he'd hesitantly call him a friend, but it was all boring. Picking up his laundry after rehearsing or rearranging furniture in more easily-accessible and floppable positions. But this student... IT would know what to do with a proper Igor, surely!

He scrambled for the card he had written his name in crayon on, finding it folded in half in the bottom of his vest pocket to hold out to Malodore in excited greetings.

Israfel's earwings flaped in slight aprehension. They were still a ways away, and in the maze like lines of houses, the siren took a great many turns and twists, not quite sure which was was the right way. "Lucy do think we should ask for directions or-" Hole on was that-
"CIDER FAIRY!" Not quite. Riley was prone next to a fallen elf and upon seeing the thing for the first time, the siren made an 'ick' face. "You okay?" He didn't notice the blood coming from her thankfully. Otherwise he would have gone and had a panic attack. Looking at Lucien on his back Israfel made sure no one could see him reaching into his coat. "Do you need some?" The flask was offered, as he knew from experience sometimes being a little tipsy took the edge off.

Riley reached out to Israfel when she heard his voice, holding one arm out.

Yeah. Would you come help me get up? I just need to get back on Jericho before I freeze and/or bleed to death in this snow.

She was in no real danger of bleeding to death, but freezing was certainly a possibility. Losing her toes was a much likelier option.

She gave the cider a wary look, actually considering it - it would feel better, after all. However.. she took the flask, and used a few drops on her cut to clean it - she let out a loud hiss and her tentacles cringed at the feeling. When cleaned, she could see tiny bits of peppermint candy in her leg. Candycane splinters? How lovely.

Thank you.

Malodore accepted the card, peering at it with curiosity. "Christof? Is that your name?" It handed the card back with a nod. "L.C. Malodore." It didn't bother with the call me Malodore bit as, evidently, Christof wouldn't be calling anyone anything.

At least, not out loud.

"You, too, have an interest in physiology?" it asked, though it wasn't expecting a huge explanation in return. That card didn't look like it could hold a lot of dialogue!

Sin flipped her hair back and then whipped around when she heard someone shouting. Oh! Riley! She had been watching her fight and elf and then turned her back to watch Malodore dissect. Had Riley been hurt? Had she lost her lunch again? She jogged over and then skidded to a stop.

"Is everyone okay?" Then she saw Riley's gashed leg and winced walking over. "Riley?"

She glanced at Israfel and then sniffed, was he...was he drunk? Oh sweet jack maybe that's where the trees had got it from, or had he gotten it from the trees?

"I don't think we need to clean up. Not here. Let its loved ones take care of that," Malodore said briskly, though not unkindly. "As for the rest... I am very nearly done, but..." Oh, the possibilities! A proper helper... or minion... the plague doctor was already spinning up ideas of a laboratory, Riley alongside, with this charming patchwork assisting.

Magnifico.

"I have a great need for such assistance back at the Academy, however," it said, opening its beak in a welcoming grin.

The Undead child frowned at her surroundings; how JOYful and bright and happy they were! The brightness in particular; it hurt her eyes, and she was tired enough as it was. Her limbs were aching, the cold finally caught up to her, and she was starting to feel a little...weird. Like she was wearing clothes that fit too tight. An unusual feeling on it's own, as she was wearing a sari as a makeshift dress.

Lizzy's disappearance into her tent was disappointing, and though Amrita understood that the poor girl didn't feel well, she couldn't help but feel incredibly uncomfortable. The other ghoul had been with her nearly the entire trip! At her side through everything! How was she going to make it without Lizzy?! Worse, what if something happened to Lizzy once she was feeling better? That would be terrible!

"F-feel better! And...and be careful!" She told the invisible tent that contained her invisible friend, lingering for a moment before turning and walking on her cold, bruised toes to find her other friends. She saw Julian and Christof first, and had to push her hair out of her face - ugh that fluffy white stuff had covered her hair too! It was all wet and blegh - to be able to distinguish Tahki from the snow around her.

"Ah!" She exclaimed, at a loss for words, and made her way over. She'd been about to great them when she noticed someone she hadn't seen in a while. "Johan! You're okay!" Pleased that her Saviour on the Train had made it out of the Icy Path alright, The Vetala then looked to take inventory of who else was there; Christof had wandered off again, and Julian had once more gone on ahead.

Well, alright then! Forward it was, plodding along slowly after Julian, trying to not show how tired she was getting.

Petro lagged behind Amrita, just in case any toys from that wretched island had trailed them. Thankfully their journey across the bridge had been uneventful and he arrived to find the undead ghoul had gone ahead. Most likely to meet up with the others. Silently he trailed after her, not really sure of what to say. He snorted in distaste at all the candy. Not that he didn't like something sweet but this was just too much.