henrik didn't restrain him , an unspoken trust that couldn't be replicated unless faced with a far more imposing evil . anti had wanted to KILL henrik , tried to snuff out his life several times with laughter swelling in it's gut , and the doctor still tried to help . something about the hippocratic oath . this insatiable need to aid , to help , even when danger was all that stared him back in the eye . admittedly , s h e had been kinder than most beasts he'd dealt with , perhaps it had tried to take a piece of his hand when sticking him with the needle , growled and snarled with a ferocious fear ; but , mare had come to him after all , and in some way that must have meant his mangled mind was finally ready to seek some sense of relief . as a doctor , the monsters' caretaker , he was more pleased to see the intuition fall along the creature's shoulder than the . . . messier outcome that could have occurred . icy eyes land onto a fragile ' thing ' , a thing he knew could serrate his bones with it's teeth and ooze venom into his wounds ( how truly wonderful it was to have a seemingly endless cabinet of folders documenting these anomalies ) , and he couldn't help the telltale tug at his hallow heart . empathy , sympathy , care . he wasn't weak , and henrik would be a fool to let this sickness convince him otherwise .
the squeak of pleather and rip of stuffing brings his attention to linger on the piece taken from his nice bench , a long sigh passing through his nose as he realizes that will be his task to mend later ; but , as clawed fingers fidget with the fabric , toy with the frayed edges , the frustration that had began to well inside of him extinguishes just as fast . she seemed scared . henrik feels his brow furrow , the sigh that had been leaving him cut short , and free hand reaching behind him to grab his desk chair to roll in front of mare . he sits , he hands her the clipboard , and allows him to see what his eyes saw . " i understand z'hat z'his is a raz'her difficult s'hing for you to be doing in z'he first place , but i v'ould be poor at my job to not give any push back to your claims , " henrik reaches out , tilting the clipboard so he can point to the areas causing mare's pain , " you are not getting anything substantial to support your means . z'his . . . unique diet you've chosen is actively working against you . " the way he looks at her is something muddled between concern and care , noting red sclera and lethargic body language , and carries on down the clipboard to what seemed to be an endless box of text giving suggestions on how to resolve even an iota of the creature's issues .
" now , i am unsure how v'ell you handle supplements , but z'his is a list of vitamins you need to be taking . or , you can sit v'ith me and discuss a dietary plan . or , you can allow me to give you somes'hing now to alleviate the discomfort ; although , z'hat option may be your least favorite . " rest . oh , and perhaps an orange or two ; but , from what henrik saw , everything pointed towards marionne's body being overworked , pulled taut , and he was now suffering the consequences . " truly , you have to start taking better care of yourself beyond eating your victims . i can't . . . " henrik slowly pulls the clipboard away with a murmured apology , gaze narrowing as he flips through inconclusive results on his anatomy that weren't proven from simple testing . it was corrosive , it was venomous , it was filled with a substance that could eat at skin , possibly even metal ; but , beyond that mare was an enigma . " i cannot do much more v'ith z'he current information i have . i can say v'ith certainty z'hat you feel z'his v'ay due to your seeming lack of interest in self care . is z'here a reason for z'his ? v'ere you never taught how to care for yourself ? " his tone sounds accusatory , something he can't help no matter the care welded to his bones , but it is a genuine question . if a lack of help was the problem , lord knows henrik knew how to fill those shoes .
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