i hate that brat. [this is a lie.]

i /am/ this places therapist. you're all terrible.

half the adults here barely scrape the threshold in my books, that isn't saying much to me.

continue with lessons and wait until i pass you.

[shivers] ugh. im going to be needed soon. so much for indulging in a little drink tonight.

[trying to calm santi down.] i know, i know, it's painful. just take this herb-- [whips her hand back as santi chomps down on it] ... sheesh.

(wow, this baby is impatient, this should go quickly.) now, now santi it shouldn't hurt that much after the herb- [avoids a sickle] ... i think i have another somewhere.

[wipes her hands] she's perfectly healthy. i'm going to go drink my yearly glass of banana booze now.

is that malice in your foot

ew. that gets in your bloodstream, you're gonna need more than a bandage for that

[tosses them at him] you'd do well to heed my words, child. seek the help of something holy to truly remove the malice from your body. or don't listen to me! fuck all if it matters to me what happens to every death prone member here.

hm. you there, are you one of the new caretakers? i don't remember appointing you. [the yiglings seem to like her se clearly a caretaker makes sense- right? maybe shes getting too old]

Hm. Well of course you can, this is a communal living space after all. I'm just curious as to whom you were seeing as my idiot nephew no longer tells me who comes in anymore. If the children enjoy your presence then you can continue to entertain, saves me the ache.

[she attempts to sip from her cup, before she watches the edge crack slightly.] ... this better not be some type of bad omen, i only have so many cups.

... dammit.