04-19-2020, 08:21 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]At Caustic’s mention of cystic fibrosis, Selby’s heart slowly sank behind a thick veil of professionalism. He recognized the disease, of course. It was far beyond his abilities to cure, though the wolf didn’t seem to be expecting one. He also knew the disease would eventually be fatal. He did not doubt that Caustic was already familiar with this. Treatment of symptoms and elongation of life was the best he could offer.
“Of course,” he manages after a moment, studying the creature before him carefully. “It’s my job; you don’t have to beg.” A lame attempt at humor, but his jokes were not something the sawbones has been come to known for.
Turning away from Caustic for a moment, Selby retrieved his bag of supplies. Rifling through it for a moment, he pulled forth a small jar of prepared syrup. Quickly opening it and giving it a sniff, sharp scents of cinnamon and ginger and fennel met him. Satisfied with the freshness of the product, he came back. “This should help a little. It’s an expectorant, so it should help get the stuff from your lungs out. Be careful not to take too much, though, it will make you sleepy.”
“Of course,” he manages after a moment, studying the creature before him carefully. “It’s my job; you don’t have to beg.” A lame attempt at humor, but his jokes were not something the sawbones has been come to known for.
Turning away from Caustic for a moment, Selby retrieved his bag of supplies. Rifling through it for a moment, he pulled forth a small jar of prepared syrup. Quickly opening it and giving it a sniff, sharp scents of cinnamon and ginger and fennel met him. Satisfied with the freshness of the product, he came back. “This should help a little. It’s an expectorant, so it should help get the stuff from your lungs out. Be careful not to take too much, though, it will make you sleepy.”