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"oh. hmm," merrick hummed, glancing over at fields in the manner of a man scratching his neck with uncertainty. "a field medic might be nice."
see what i did there, baby he brightened, treating his companion to a smile that only spread when he swept it back to sir evien kastner. 
"soon we're going to march," merrick revealed, the bear placing words upon his tongue, and not his own. "could use a dedicated patch-me-up."