A medical emergency

[fadingworld]

A deep navy cloak hides his features and the more ornate tunic the courtesan usually wears to greet his clients. Mal hunches his shoulders and slides through the crowds hoping to avoid notice. He keeps his head down until he reaches the home of the doctor and wraps smartly on the door. "Open up," he calls in a voice that expects to be listened to.

How much time did he have? He could not have a client bleeding out. Not this one. Not one who had come to him for help, to be treated privately.

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[fadingworld]

Regis has picked a very hard job where he has to resist temptation most days. Mal loves him a little more for fighting it all the time. "That is easy to do, I wish I could do more."

[mandragoraspiritus]

Every day isn't as hard as this. Normally Regis is quiet alright even if he is subjected to blood. But after the fight with the chort, its blood on his tongue and down his throat, and the rawness of base instincts that flooded him in his bat form, it has made the impulse and temptation that much greater. It will pass in time and fade back. But for not it is there, present.

"Oh, dear heart, you do so much more than you know."

Deeming the brew ready he strains it and pours it into the same mug from before and gives it to Mal to drink.