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"Thanks for helping me with these, Em," he said as he glanced up with a grin from the fabric he was working rolling into neat rolls so they could be stored with the packs' supply of bandages. Every once in a while they would need to make a new batch of bandages whenever some of them got too worn to reuse again or some were too stained to feel good about using on another patient so it wasn't something that was a new task for him, but over the last week or so his eyes had been bothering him more and more. Aunt Gwyn examined him and wasn't concerned yet, but he couldn't seem to get his vision to focus very well–at least not well enough to cut even strips of fabric to turn it into neat rolls of bandages. Luckily his sister was the crafty sort so when he went looking for asistance with this task she was willing enough to lend him her paws. He let her cut the bandages apart and when she was done with one she passed it over to him so he could roll it up. It didn't take a lot of focusing just to roll things and place the rolled up bandages into a basket sitting beside him. "So, what've you been working on lately?" he asked curiously, striking up some conversation while they worked on the admittedly kind of boring, repetitive task. He knew it wasn't the most exciting thing to work on which was why he appreciated his sister's help all that much more.

"Solaire Carpathius"