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[reek]

I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.

[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]

My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.

[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]

Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.

[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]

They’ve been all but useless.

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no worries

[emblazes]

[All business...that's fine.

He'll step ahead to help close that gap, immediately reaching into a pouch at the mentioning of bringing it. It's offered forward in the same motion -- not carrying a ton of things with him at the moment. The vial's clear, comes with a case containing an unused syringe for future use. Maybe the liquid could just be ingested orally? He's not sure. They were distributed with those needles, so.]

Yeah, [Belated, but there's some affirmation.] that's what was left, should be good enough for one person, at least.

[reek]

[ There’s doubt etched into his features as he opens the case to confirm its contents. He has no idea how to get this to Asha now, not while she’s in stasis, but it’s the best help he’s been offered. If anything, he can save it, hold his breath and hope that she won’t get worse in the pod, and give it to her should she wake once more. She's the only family he has who gives half a shit about him, so he does the same in turn.

He snaps the case shut once more as his gaze flickers back to Keith. ]

This helped your friend? This small amount was all it took?

[emblazes]

[There's a nod; he'd be skeptical in his shoes just as well.]

Just that, without supplements later on.

[To his knowledge.]

If anything changes, we'll have to meet up again. It works best with the syringe.

[There's a pause there...skeptical himself -- trying to gauge whether or not he'd know what to do with that information.]