[ Amos draws a breath through his nose, focusing on the work he's doing rather than the look on Prax's face, the slight twitch in his fingers whenever Amos pulls out another staple, the way his breath hitches.
He's never even thought about it before. Now it feels hard to ignore. He squashes it though, best he can, and smirks, more of a private smile for himself than anything else. ]
You're welcome. You know we got doctors here though, don't you?
[ If Amos is pleased that Prax came to him, he doesn't let it come through in his voice. ]
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He's never even thought about it before. Now it feels hard to ignore. He squashes it though, best he can, and smirks, more of a private smile for himself than anything else. ]
You're welcome. You know we got doctors here though, don't you?
[ If Amos is pleased that Prax came to him, he doesn't let it come through in his voice. ]