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Barth felt a terrible energy crawling back up through his tired limbs. He was depressingly close to healthy again. Well, healthy for him.

He pried open one eye, looking for the culprit, and saw Christof meeting his eyes with what he could only assume were the best of intentions.

He closed his eyes again. Well. No one had to know that he was feeling more or less fit, did they? From an outside perspective, he did look less charred around the edges and his complexion was no longer on death's door.

The words small comfort, however, caught his attention.

"Don't suppose you have a pillow?" he asked, as pitifully as possible.

Malodore nodded to the ghoul, then remembered - "Ah, I believe these are yours," it said, producing the flask and lighter from one sleeve. "Thank you for making them available." Even if they'd had much more fire than necessary shortly thereafter...

It followed up the item-return with a chime of bells. The metal fractured further as the last note faded... they would only last one more ring.

The plague doctor turned to the demon who was... looking fairly comfortable, actually, all things considered. "I don't, unless I can find a gnome," it replied, its tone filled with irritation at those little ingrates who had NO IDEA of proper medical procedure, HONESTLY. "If I can, you can use that. Pillow or snack, your choice."

Best not to be a gnome in Malodore's presence, right now.

It had only been a brief little rest, perhaps even a few minutes, she couldn't tell. All Riley knew was that when she opened her eyes next, the world was a little quieter, and she felt a little better. The first thing she saw was Christof, looking a lot better off than he had when she'd closed her eyes. The stitches looked raw and new, which gave him a much more frightening look than usual. She approved of the overall effect.

Her eyes flickered to Malodore when it spoke, but she wasn't going to monopolize it's healing. She was sure someone needed help more than she did. It was tempting, though.

Instead, she leaned in and brushed her chin against the top of Luce's head fondly. Her cuteness would be the end of Riley, she just knew it.

"Ah, thank you for looking after them." Mandy had honestly thought that the items would have been lost somewhere on Candycane Lane, she'd been prepared to mourn and replace them but this was much better.

After eyeing the flask for a moment and determining that she felt well enough now not to need self medication to dull the pain she put both items away before slowly sitting up. Testing that a small amount of stretching wouldn't cause too much pain she tentatively reached under the cot she was on and pulled out something before carefully making her way over to Barth.

With a soft thump the item, Barths tent material, landed next to his head. "If you fold that up it could make a decent pillow."

Deed done she shuffled back over to her own cot and lay down again.

Barth just dragged the tent a smidge closer, clumping it together and relaxing into it. Folding was a little too much effort, but the tent itself did make good pillow material.

"Much better, thanks."

Mandy was an excellent thing-carrier. He made a mental note about it.

Riley's attention returned to Christof when he had started moving towards her, and her eyes flickered from him, to the pillow he offered. She used one arm to push herself just slightly up, and accepted the pillow so she could slide it under her head. This would be much more comfortable.

Thank you. She murmured into his mind, as she settled back down on to it. This cot was not as comfortable as it looked. The sarcasm was palpable, even though her expression gave nothing away.

After making sure she had settled Luce comfortably against her once more, she gave him a once over. Malodore has done an excellent job fixing you up, I see. His skill is unmatched.

She fell quiet for a split second, before blinking away an unheard thought and resuming friendly conversation. My name is Riley. It's a pleasure to meet you, despite it being in these unfortunate surroundings.

Christof flinched so violently at the sudden return of that-strange-voice-in-his-head, his still tenuous legs nearly buckled under him, and he caught himself on the cot next to her, dropping the blanket in the process. After the voice continued, it suddenly clicked- no, he WASN'T mad! It was HER! Of course, that would make sense- no mouth, naturally, so she had other ways of communicating. Trembling, he realized he was leaning on Barth's legs, and quickly straightened up to give the young sloth demon a not-so-friendly pat as though to apologize for nearly rolling him out of the bed.

Riley.... her name was Riley? It wasn't the sort of name he expected to hear, but it might have been short for something, or a nick-name like he knew some demons adopted. Straightening and trying to save face, he nodded to her in agreement to both her assessment of Malodore's work as well as the pleasure it was to be met. Fumbling in his pockets, he found where he had written his name on the crumpled card in black crayon, the second card he had made previously for Malodore as well, offering them out to her. "'Norm. On Clean Up End." and underneath was written "Need Help?" It was recycled, but still.... almost worked in context, right? He wasn't feeling dexterous enough just yet to make a new card unless necessary. Giving a backwards glance back to the lazy demon in the next cot over, he glowered as though knowing what sort of betrayal he was committing as an Igor. Too bad, if Barth was too lazy to utilize him *properly*, then he didn't deserve a loyal servant at all. Let him go.... talk all his numerous Ghoulfriends into doing his work if that's all he was after, he bitterly added to himself. He certainly had enough of them. Lucky lazy b*****d.