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“I’d sure hope so, or this would be a weird conversation to have with people every St. Patrick’s Day if this was the standard,” the oneiroi mused lightly before shaking their head. “You’ve already come this far. Let me take a look, with whatever your problem is.” They smacked the metal table lightly, gesturing for the other to sit up onto it. “Besides, if not the hospital, where else were you going to go anyways? Without running into more drunk people?”
Kiara resorted back to being silent, a trait that had ended up being a part of who she was. She was an observer at best. With a lot of listening and not much confiding. She tried to smile she really did but she barely managed a slight tilt of her lips as she plonked herself on the edge of the table. Her eyes diverting to the floor as she motioned to her arm removing her hand from it so it could get a better look. She was almost ashamed, but then, that would mean she was admitting to also being ashamed of who or rather what she was. “I just would’ve gone home.” Her voice was soft showing no signs of her lying, but then, why would she?















