It's better that you didn't, I think. I might kill him myself, though, this is deep.
[ Drake props Ephemera's arm up on the edge of the sink gently and starts stitching, something he sadly has a lot of practice at. A few months ago he'd hoped he'd never have to do this for Ephemera again, but here they are.
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[ Drake props Ephemera's arm up on the edge of the sink gently and starts stitching, something he sadly has a lot of practice at. A few months ago he'd hoped he'd never have to do this for Ephemera again, but here they are.
He doesn't want to think about it too hard. ]