malpractice is still worth healing points

Was that... singing? Wake's brow furrowed, craning his neck as he looked up at the treehouse. Squinting against the sunlight, curious as he looked. A woman's voice, but not Deluge's. Who the fuck? The woman in the doorway, a shape he's only seen around the Raiders in passing. Not quite a wolf, something... weird.

Her tittering is a lot, Wake peering up curiously. "I need his help with some shelves, like he's got up there in the corners...." Did she say a cut? The boy reached up, swiping at his forehead. A little hiss. "Shit, okay, okay." Grumbling, still walking with a little hitch in his gait from the splinter, Wake takes this as an invitation to come up.

"Oh yer new, that's right. I'm Wake." Remembering his manners after probably too long, he introduces himself as he comes to the door, finally on even footing with the girl.

WAKE UP