"Yeah," Drake sighs to himself once Sanzo has gone into the bathroom, "I suppose I have."
But some things haven't changed... and, as he said, never will.
He finishes off the thermos full of foul tea and then, very shakily, levers himself up onto his feet. The world sways, and he has to sway the other way just to keep his balance, but he manages to make it into the bedroom. There's a small dresser, which the landlord owns just like the rest of the furniture, and he digs out a few pairs of scrubs.
Amberdrake drops one pair outside the bathroom door, as promised, and sway-shambles his way into the kitchen to scrub his hands and arms clean in the sink. There's probably brain on his clothes.
Some things really never do change. He's still a war-Healer, after all these years, complete with the hazards of the job.
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But some things haven't changed... and, as he said, never will.
He finishes off the thermos full of foul tea and then, very shakily, levers himself up onto his feet. The world sways, and he has to sway the other way just to keep his balance, but he manages to make it into the bedroom. There's a small dresser, which the landlord owns just like the rest of the furniture, and he digs out a few pairs of scrubs.
Amberdrake drops one pair outside the bathroom door, as promised, and sway-shambles his way into the kitchen to scrub his hands and arms clean in the sink. There's probably brain on his clothes.
Some things really never do change. He's still a war-Healer, after all these years, complete with the hazards of the job.