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[nineteenfortyfive]

[Here is one disgruntled English lady. You might have seen various shades of this annoyance after the pods plummeted to the earth, checking for injuries (maybe on you, personally), or more recently at the Sanctuary collecting blood. Apparently, the latter is why she's deemed it necessary to post.]

Thought I'd drop a quick word, given some of my experiences since we've all come together.

Now, I understand we all come from various worlds and times, with vastly differentiating forms of medicine, but I'm sure it's safe to say that bloodletting is not the preffered sort of medicine people want here. I don't care if someone here handed you a knife, of if that's what you're used to doing. That is not how you collect blood. You use a needle, and hopefully it's held by someone that knows how to find a vein. If you'd like to learn, I'd be happy to teach you.

Secondly? Your blood, assuming you're... human, or what the biologically average human is, is going to be used by anyone who needs it, rich or poor. The blood of a king is not going to make a beggar on the street suddenly somehow contend for a throne that doesn't even bloody exist in this world.

[There's a pause in which she almost calls a certain someone named Richard out, but she's a better woman than that. Just barely.

There's a flicker of a forced smile.]

Thank you.

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[northborn]

[ The most sheepish scruffing of a beard, awkward knuckles, more of a mess than a king in any direction. ]

I had hoped my prior apologies might have softened the impression I gave you, but it appears there really is only one — and I've ruined it, haven't I.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Oh, no. Claire laughs softly, because Robb is not the one she had in mind when making this post. But he does look apologetic enough for every "noble" person in this place.]

You're not the worst offender, not by far. I wasn't even thinking of you when I said that, but I do appreciate that you're fretting about my impression of you.

[northborn]

[ He dips his head; glances back up at her with eyes that seem more boyish than when last they met. He'd been in a tough spot, then — tougher, still, when his siblings disappeared. But they've returned and Robb is a lighter man for it. He even smiles at her. ]

It's a fool of a man who would set no care over your judgment of him, Lady Claire.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Now you're just trying to flatter me.

[And now maybe she's just trying to tease him because there's something almost sweet in his expression. Not enough of that in these parts.]

But you're not wrong.

[northborn]

[ Robb laughs. It's a quiet, shadowy thing, but it still escapes his lips. The quirk of his brows matches her own. ]

I wouldn't dare flatter for flattery's sake, my lady. Neither of us is much keen on nonsense; we have that in common, [ he says, lifting a finger, ] if not our knowledge of how blades may or may not be used to draw blood.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I hope you're a little more informed now when it comes to blades and their uses.

[Like he had no idea before. She might have told him about drawing blood, but she's sure he knows much more about weaponry than herself.]