[ She shows her back. Like that won’t have consequences, like that’s a thing people just do here. It sets Carver’s teeth on edge, all the ways these people trust each other. All the ways it can, and will, go wrong in the end. He finishes the coffee without a word and leaves the mug behind as he follows. Watching the corners, watching her—always, always watching. ]
Infirmary, [ he replies flatly, with injuries that should have been fatal suddenly gone. ] You?
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Infirmary, [ he replies flatly, with injuries that should have been fatal suddenly gone. ] You?