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She began to tend to his wound, lapping up the blood and making sure no debris was left in the cut. Using the Marigold to prevent any infection, before stepping back and nodding to signal she was done. ”No apologies needed,” She started to warm up to the young boy, glad to seen him relax in her presence. ”I’m happy to help.” Her heart hurt slightly, imagining in place of Casimir her own child to tend to. That’s all she ever wanted, a kid of her own, and yet the months pass and not one opportunity. Besides, she would want a kid with a healthy mother, in a healthy environment. Not stuck with a suicidal guardian and no group to call home. She sighed a moment before grinning again. ”It was a pleasure to meet you, Casimir.”