Won't Go Back to Barton Hollow [Pesto]

Alarr got to work (and warned her that it would hurt) and Pestilence gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. Armed with a knife, the man began to cut the mushrooms close to her flesh. They felt alive and attached to bone, and Pesto was forced to give a few unconcealable whimpers as he sliced at the fungus. Her jaw ached from how hard she was clenching it, though Alarr worked fast and soon began to apply the anti-fungal ointment carefully to the remnants of the mushrooms. Her friend said nothing, working in silence to treat her. "Have you found a course of treatment for the crystal-infliction, yet?" Pesto ventured. Small talk, anything to keep her mind off the fact that her friend was currently attempting to de-shroom her.