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[foxsays]

"Perhaps if you cannot sleep you could help, I know you brought back some dragonhide, I wondered if some of it could be worked soft enough, or if their claws or teeth could be used for decoration." Korrin's seen her scrimshaw dice after all, carefully handed down from her father and carved from the bones of a whale long long ago. Used with respect and love so that it still gets to live on somehow.

Nodding, she eases them both down to the ground, remaining upright herself though bent at the waist, hands on her knees as she takes a few deep breaths. "I hope the healers find out whatever this is soon Korrin, a sickness can be treated when it's a real sickness, but how do you treat it when it's magic?"

[gatheringstorm]

"Dragonhide corsets? Now there's a thought. It should be possible. Though I should tell you something about the teeth when I can think straight..." Which so isn't now, sadly. That's not how she'd want to remember such a moment, barely able to stand upright and feeling miserable all over.

As she's eased to the ground, Korrin slumps and takes in a few deep breaths of her own, needing them after the strain of...walking. Ugh, it feels so pathetic to even think that. She frowns, frustrated. "Fuck if I know how to fix it. If I didn't, I'd be a Spirit Healer. Adelaide or Sam or Christine...they're our best shot at fixing this." If they can.