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"Raw cave spider?" Confirmed the doctor, his eyes widening and brows raising much like Ivory's had, clearly impressed. He hummed briefly in feigned consideration as he used that distraction to cut free Elior's shirt. He moved carefully to remove the fabric that seemed to stick to the seeping wound, his expression still seemingly contemplative as he did so.
Said doctor - Doctor Adima - may not be like the doctors on the surface but if there was one man Ivory trusted his life with, it would be the doctor. The lapidarist could recall running to the man's business crying, sobbing, after twisting his ankle while running through the very tunnels he had done so just a bit prior to return Elior to safety. He had been to his house nearly every day in the past two weeks as his father's condition deteriorated quickly.
If there was a chance for Elior to survive, it was in the hands of Doctor Adima and Ivory would go to the grave believing that.
Ivory tilted his head slightly upon hearing the slight growl in Elior's voice at the mention of his new name. It was subtle, but there was certainly the faintest air of mockery to the action - light teasing. It wasn't meant to be below Elior but to see him be so salty while he was on the verge of death? It earned an audible laugh, heard only barely as the man dipped out with a large bucket to retrieve more water, leaving the Doctor alone with the (former?) King.
"Well, no. That's awfully impressive, Lucien - assuming it wasn't a domesticated spider, those things pack quite the punch. What would've gotten you mighty sick is getting properly bit by one, depending on the species. Granted, not all spiders are poisonous - I'm sure Ivory can find you some reading material, eh?" He finally, clearly trying his best to keep the air light as he took in the wound. The way his eyes darted from the bullet to Elior's own pair of eyes and back was... slightly concerning, despite his casual disposition. He rummaged through his bag for a moment, pulling out bottles - medicine from the surface, mostly, as well as some jarred ointments.
"Well, there's good news and bad news of course. Good news, eating raw spider leg won't kill you - though I can only imagine how horrible it tasted. No, you'll survive. Bad news? You will be down here for quite awhile. Not only that, but I recommend that you get plenty of that rest. Whoever it is waiting for you in The Light will have to wait for you to get stronger, hm?" He reassured, a toothy smile on display - sharp, just as Ivory's were. The sharp row certainly would put distress on anyone other than a citizen of The Dark but it was all in good jest.
"You aren't actually supposed to remove the bullet in situations like this, but I think it's the biggest reason behind your infection so - perhaps taking a nap is for the better," he murmured, his tone apologetic as he pulled out the bottle of antiseptic and tweezers. He glanced over briefly to Ivory, that of whom entered with a sharp exhale as the metal bucket sloshed lightly. He froze upon meeting the doctor's gaze before quietly apologizing and setting the metal bucket upon the hearth.
"Should I send a letter to The Light of where you are? Get someone to help lead you back out?" The doctor asked, his tone soft.
Said doctor - Doctor Adima - may not be like the doctors on the surface but if there was one man Ivory trusted his life with, it would be the doctor. The lapidarist could recall running to the man's business crying, sobbing, after twisting his ankle while running through the very tunnels he had done so just a bit prior to return Elior to safety. He had been to his house nearly every day in the past two weeks as his father's condition deteriorated quickly.
If there was a chance for Elior to survive, it was in the hands of Doctor Adima and Ivory would go to the grave believing that.
Ivory tilted his head slightly upon hearing the slight growl in Elior's voice at the mention of his new name. It was subtle, but there was certainly the faintest air of mockery to the action - light teasing. It wasn't meant to be below Elior but to see him be so salty while he was on the verge of death? It earned an audible laugh, heard only barely as the man dipped out with a large bucket to retrieve more water, leaving the Doctor alone with the (former?) King.
"Well, no. That's awfully impressive, Lucien - assuming it wasn't a domesticated spider, those things pack quite the punch. What would've gotten you mighty sick is getting properly bit by one, depending on the species. Granted, not all spiders are poisonous - I'm sure Ivory can find you some reading material, eh?" He finally, clearly trying his best to keep the air light as he took in the wound. The way his eyes darted from the bullet to Elior's own pair of eyes and back was... slightly concerning, despite his casual disposition. He rummaged through his bag for a moment, pulling out bottles - medicine from the surface, mostly, as well as some jarred ointments.
"Well, there's good news and bad news of course. Good news, eating raw spider leg won't kill you - though I can only imagine how horrible it tasted. No, you'll survive. Bad news? You will be down here for quite awhile. Not only that, but I recommend that you get plenty of that rest. Whoever it is waiting for you in The Light will have to wait for you to get stronger, hm?" He reassured, a toothy smile on display - sharp, just as Ivory's were. The sharp row certainly would put distress on anyone other than a citizen of The Dark but it was all in good jest.
"You aren't actually supposed to remove the bullet in situations like this, but I think it's the biggest reason behind your infection so - perhaps taking a nap is for the better," he murmured, his tone apologetic as he pulled out the bottle of antiseptic and tweezers. He glanced over briefly to Ivory, that of whom entered with a sharp exhale as the metal bucket sloshed lightly. He froze upon meeting the doctor's gaze before quietly apologizing and setting the metal bucket upon the hearth.
"Should I send a letter to The Light of where you are? Get someone to help lead you back out?" The doctor asked, his tone soft.