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This is not your grave,
but you are welcome in it

The creature’s jaws ground together in thought before they parted to word whatever the strange horror wished to say.

”no flesh need mending” seemed to be its abject dismissal of the need for any help but it moved forward to fairly look over the smaller Pittian.

”but no shape does the healer know, is unwise” which seemed to be an allowance for a brief check over perhaps if given the thing’s eerie way of seeming to know the directions of various thoughts would indicate.

That or the healers it had known - consumed - gleaned that flesh menders likes to have a ‘baseline’ of sorts.

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TAGS - ??? [9FT MYTH] - PITT - ART IS MINE

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