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Fawn: "Either, my dad can help, he's done this sort of thing before."
Name: Millie 'Mist' Age: 17 Side: Assassins Skill: field work Looks: hip length copper hair, sometimes in a ponytail, sometimes in a braid,...
Fawn: "You looked pretty certain to where you were taking me just now..."
Fawn: "I know it'll get infected, I've treated these before, but I can't exactly treat myself and my dad will kill me for getting into a fight...
Fawn: sighs climbing onto his back and checks the wound "it's not bleeding anymore."
Fawn: "I've put pressure on it the whole time."
Fawn: "My mum's toga. Ruined. It was the only piece of hers I had left."
Fawn: nods whistling so my dog will follow
Fawn: Grunts in pain "any medical help would be nice." I go slightly dizzy and puts my spare hand on Cato's shoulder
Fawn: "actually you followed me, I was with my sister on a bench trying to convince her to come home."
Fawn: "I know your friend and I bet you were the guy who was stood talking to him the other night in the square on the steps."
Fawn: "That doesn't mean you're safe."
Fawn: sees Fae and shakes my head
Fawn: "do you see any boulders?" puts pressure back on the wound "I made him five swords and he pays me by wounding me. So how long do you think...
Fawn: laughs and walks up to Jack "tell me if this is from a rock." shows him the wound
Fawn: takes the handkercheif and pushes down on it again "I've done this plenty of times, never to myself." I say through gritted teeth
Fawn: Scoffs "I made his." points to Silvio "so they aren't fake!" I shout
Fawn: "shouting won't help. Besides I know the swords."
Fawn: scoffs then doubles over in pain
Fawn: "That won't help right now." pushes my hand on the wound more grimacing slightly