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[Ty has a scowl on his face when he makes this video, rocking back and forth again in that self-soothing manner as he pointedly does not look at the screen. He's hugging his arm to his chest tightly, knuckles white, and his free hand is held uselessly in the air, at least a dozen small bleeding cuts all over it as he makes squeezing motions with his fingers. He cringes as he does it, looking tense and distressed, but he doesn't stop the movement.]

The library here is pointless. You can't read any of the books. I wanted to find the Sherlock Holmes stories, but it doesn't have them. It doesn't even have a cookbook. I need a cookbook. I don't know how to cook, and I don't want to eat toast anymore, and the stove didn't make the macaroni right. The microwave only makes things explode.

I went looking for animals, and there aren't any I can find in the city. All the animals in the tunnels are big and mean. There aren't any nice animals. All the tunnels lead you right back here. Whoever made the tunnels like that, it isn't funny or nice.

[Ty takes in a deep, trembling breath and lets it out once he's gotten that little tirade over with, then goes back to why he's making this video in the first place.] I need a cookbook. And instructions for the stove.

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You can go to the clinic and see a doctor. They could help.

[She gives a smile.]

Do you like breakfast foods? Other than toast?

I've never been to a doctor before. Or a clinic. Are they crowded? I don't like crowds.

[His response about the breakfast food is immediate as soon as she asks it.] Pancakes. Julian makes good pancakes.

No, it shouldn't be crowded.

We can make pancakes. Do you like anything special in them?

What would they help me with?

Just syrup. [Like Livvy's.]

They can clean your hand and cover the cuts so you don't get an infection. They can help anytime you're hurt or sick and help to make sure you don't get sick. Some of them can help with non-physical pain.

Any special kind of syrup?

I just need someone to make sure there isn't any glass in it. I can heal it by myself if there isn't. [He imagines they'll have to poke at it with tweezers, which makes him look unhappy. It's not the first time he's broken something and had to have his cuts checked though, but at least by now he's learned you shouldn't kick or hit the people trying to help you.

He's... also not very well versed in mundane medical practices, at least what's not related to violent crimes, so he's picturing something like the Silent Brothers... which is way off. The most of the people here probably don't use magical healing to get better if they're sick.]

But pain is physical. [He looks a bit bewildered about that part, and as for the last thing...]

Maple syrup.

They can clean the glass out of the cuts.

Not all pain. Pain can be emotional.

Very traditional. I like that.

Alright. [He supposes he should go there... at some point.]

Oh. You mean something like grief? [He'd still argue that pain is only physical, but that's because he takes everything literally.

Yes, grief. Also things like PTSD, depression, anxiety.