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never knows best

[Larxene limps out of a portal into another section of the DR, bleeding profusely from a wound in her leg and swearing under her breath. She pushed crazySaïx a little too far.

Her two-headed dragonet flies over and makes a concerned noise.]

Hey there. Think you could find me a potion?

[For now, she produces a knife and cuts off a strip from the hem of her coat, wrapping and tying it tightly around the wound. A temporary fix, at best.]

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