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She looked uncomfortable, poor thing. Wake was perhaps the least useful healer on the Raider's roster, but this might actually be something he could help with. Nausea, coloring the way she sits and shifts, mixed with hunger. Ah, if he was going to treat her, he'd probably have to share his snacks. Weighing his options, the boy rests back on a cocked hip. Careful as he assesses her, gaze steady.

"Guest," the smirk is broad, and Wake is unable to help himself. A little chuckle in his throat, tilting his chin. "I'm Wake, her brother." Comfortable where he rests, half sprawled, with his long legs splayed. Another long drag from his pipe, letting go a full, smoky breath before answering Finch's question.

"A pipe, packed with cannabis and tobacco. It helps with the nerves, and it may very well help with your appetite and nausea." Casually, he offers the rough-hewn wooden pipe. While not much to look at, it had been a worthy trade the last time he'd visited the Armada's markets. Watching carefully as he makes his offer, Wake is curious just how she'll react to being offered drugs by a stranger.

"Wake"