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[aldabeyoun]

It's a little odd to work out of her livingroom, but in Njoki's experience it's a good idea to have regular clinic hours set up for those that aren't comfortable with house calls. Most of what she does during these times is a bit of basic consulting, the occasional spot of under the table first aid, and listening to people talk through their own worries. It's never very busy, but this is her calling, not her job. Some of her friends and family have been helpful and discretely passed out her contact information and she knows that a little pocket money is a fine thing, but she doesn't believe she'll ever make a living off it.

As she fills and puts the kettle on, she huffs in amusement. At least it's a good excuse to make sure her flat is scrubbed and clean enough for company once a week.

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[reticence]

Faolan gives a one-shouldered shrug, ginger with his movements of the other one. It should be pretty obvious where he's hurt, once the jacket's slipped off. The shirt is torn and blood-spattered, with a makeshift bandage wrapped around the lot of it. He did the best he could at the time, but he's no medic. He knows when he's been beaten.

"I can manage," he says. "I just need this taken care of. Sooner rather than later. And I'd like to avoid hospital, if possible." He glances at her. "I've already been attacked once by a 'wild dog' this year. Two might be pushing it. Can't exactly tell them it was a vampire this time, after all."