[Once everyone's been locked in for the night and Nala has finished clawing at the door, Sorawo is just gonna quietly stack some big, heavy tomes right in front of the door before finding someplace to settle down for the night.]
If it means we can help find whoever has shed blood, then every step helps. With how many buildings we now have, it will be hard to rule all of them out by sheer guesswork.
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Once she's settled:]
May I ask how thou farest, Sorawo?
[He would not blame her if the answer was some degree of "bad" because boy is he feeling that too.]
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[Not that she can be certain, but...]
The only thing I've lost all week is my sense of smell.
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[He's been able to function well enough, and that's the most he can ask for.]
That is well, for I have been able to lend aid where I may. Today was...quite an ordeal.
[He's downplaying it heavily, of course.]
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...Yeah. I don't know how much longer we can hold out like this.
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That's the spirit.
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She reaches into her apron pockets and hands Sorawo a bag of crisps and a small packet of juice. Eat!]
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Oh. For me?
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[Yay, chips and juice. She will... set them down next to her for now.]
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[Said from his seat in probably-the-only-chair-left what is nala doing]
A pity we can't set up something a little more subtle, but that'll do.
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[Priorities.]
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[She says, staring directly at that missing arm.]