[Nate might have leaned on magic for a little healing, but neither Taako nor Lup had that specialty, and the only person who did was apparently cut off from his source of enchantment. Traditional means it would have to be. (There's something oddly nostalgic about the sensation of being completely drenched in water with a gaping wound, but it's something he's not going to examine at the current juncture.)]
Hey.
[He changed into fresh pants and a shirt for the occasion, having reconnoitered briefly at his apartment before heading over to the clinic. He wasn't about to leave the goods he found at the bottom of the lake out for anyone to take.
While the wounds have stopped bleeding profusely, red is conspicuously, slowly seeping through the ratty shirt Nate has haphazardly tied around his forearm.]
i apologize for him
Hey.
[He changed into fresh pants and a shirt for the occasion, having reconnoitered briefly at his apartment before heading over to the clinic. He wasn't about to leave the goods he found at the bottom of the lake out for anyone to take.
While the wounds have stopped bleeding profusely, red is conspicuously, slowly seeping through the ratty shirt Nate has haphazardly tied around his forearm.]
What's up, Doc?