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Ellie was no stranger to the sight of bodies being flayed open, despite Toussaint being far less dangerous a place to be than the likes of, say, Velen or Novigrad, but she was quick to find that being a medical assistant was largely unpleasant work. Perhaps she based this opinion solely on the fact that she was covered in all sorts of human fluids for a portion of the time, and constantly sanitizing and re-sanitizing for the next patient caused her hands to ache.
The smell of blood made her nauseous, and she opted to wear a mask, urging Regis to do the same. Thankfully, there were no patients to see, and Ellie made herself busy making breakfast for the two of them. She sat the tray full of warm fruity pastries and hot tea on the small wooden table, sitting across from him.
“How are you holding up?”
