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At Sherry's response, Doric could only give a sigh. It was more or less what he'd already been thinking, but hearing it spelled out verbally made it seem that much more real to him.
"You're probably right. Though the idea of just letting this go on when we could do something about it doesn't sit right with me." He sat on a nearby bench, shaking his head. "Let's make an agreement, then: if this gets worse, we'll get the healers on her case, yes? As much as I'd rather not anger the Professor, I'd rather not see her crippled even more."
A pause, as he thought to himself for a moment. After several seconds of deliberation, he spoke again.
"We should probably get the rest of the class in on this as well. I'm sure more than a few have noticed the limp, despite the mood everyone's been in since the battle. How do you feel about that?"
"You're probably right. Though the idea of just letting this go on when we could do something about it doesn't sit right with me." He sat on a nearby bench, shaking his head. "Let's make an agreement, then: if this gets worse, we'll get the healers on her case, yes? As much as I'd rather not anger the Professor, I'd rather not see her crippled even more."
A pause, as he thought to himself for a moment. After several seconds of deliberation, he spoke again.
"We should probably get the rest of the class in on this as well. I'm sure more than a few have noticed the limp, despite the mood everyone's been in since the battle. How do you feel about that?"