[she's talking to the omni. it complies. there' a snort of laughter at 'palamedic.']
Palamedic? Do you call him that where he can hear you?
[not important. anyway. she turns to the crowd.]
If you have designs from a prosthetic you want on your skin, please make your way to Ursula's Ink. If you are in need of hair dye or a barber, or someone to fix your braids, I will give you pale bloodstone.
[she's willing to take a loss on this, because inert pale bloodstone is easy for her to make, but not so much that she'll look like an easy mark.]
The Blood Ministers at the Lumenarium will treat you for free, and you can find Palamedes at the Sanctuary as well.
[he's a darkblood, and sansa's understanding of necromancy doesn't stretch to flesh magic, but there will probably be someone there who knows what to do. or she can ask the nurses...]
And anyone may wait their turn to cut their nails––those are fabric shears.
[a hand has been reaching for the larger, sheathes shears in sansa's chatelaine, and she tugs them out of reach with a stern look.]
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Would you make it bigger and louder, please?
[she's talking to the omni. it complies. there' a snort of laughter at 'palamedic.']
Palamedic? Do you call him that where he can hear you?
[not important. anyway. she turns to the crowd.]
If you have designs from a prosthetic you want on your skin, please make your way to Ursula's Ink. If you are in need of hair dye or a barber, or someone to fix your braids, I will give you pale bloodstone.
[she's willing to take a loss on this, because inert pale bloodstone is easy for her to make, but not so much that she'll look like an easy mark.]
The Blood Ministers at the Lumenarium will treat you for free, and you can find Palamedes at the Sanctuary as well.
[he's a darkblood, and sansa's understanding of necromancy doesn't stretch to flesh magic, but there will probably be someone there who knows what to do. or she can ask the nurses...]
And anyone may wait their turn to cut their nails––those are fabric shears.
[a hand has been reaching for the larger, sheathes shears in sansa's chatelaine, and she tugs them out of reach with a stern look.]