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[hellshaped]

[His voice is pretty manly-sounding, anyway.]

Well enough. I'm alive, anyway. And I think I have you to thank for that.

[grunehexe]

I was merely one of those involved- I am sorry we could not do more sooner.

[hellshaped]

Believe me, I don't think anyone's about to complain about the timing. [Well, if they are, they're jerks and probably need to get beat up.] I wanted to thank you personally, all the same.

[grunehexe]

... then I will accept your thanks. I hope you were not injured in the aftermath. If so, I do have medicines...

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy pauses. She introduced herself as a witch, so he's not sure if she means herbs or actual magic. His tone is clearly cautious.]

What kind...?

[grunehexe]

[perhaps thankfully for him, she means more physical medications in this instance]

Potions to reduce fever and swelling, ointments to speed the healing of flesh, powders to stop bleeding...

[hellshaped]

[That's reassuring. She was asking about runes and such before, but it's possible her magic is simply physick.]

Is that what being a Green Witch means?

[grunehexe]

Part of it, yes.

[Though she doesn't... supply the rest. If she has her way, that will be most all of what the Green Witch legacy means from now on.]

[hellshaped]

[He'll take it, tbh. As long as she doesn't go around casting spells, he's down.]

Alright. In that case, if you have anything that would help, er... bone to heal? If that's in your bag of tricks.

[grunehexe]

Is it newly broken, or long healing?

[hellshaped]

I broke some ribs in prison. [He won't go into details.] I heal pretty fast, but if you have anything to help it along...

[grunehexe]

I do have an oil that may be of assistance, yes.

[hellshaped]

That'd be swell. How much will I owe you?

[grunehexe]

I do not do this work for payment- but if you feel the need I accept anything my patients feel like giving, whether it be food or goods.

[hellshaped]

Alright, got it. [Donations it is. He'll have to scrounge around and see if he has anything that'll actually be useful. If not, he'll just have to make a mental IOU.]

Where can I find you?

[grunehexe]

My workshop is above the apothecary in the western market.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy pauses for a few seconds, trying to think of how to put this delicately.]

I really stand out in a crowd. Are there a lot of patrols nearby looking for prisoners?

[grunehexe]

[Ah... There's that.]

I have made it clear to those searching that any harassment would result in my withdrawing aid from their own- [a bluff only] but there have been inquiries.

Rather than the main thoroughfare, if you were to come through the back streets in the market... I could signal when it was safe to approach.

If need be I can make my way to you, but it will take some time.

[hellshaped]

No, no -- I'll come to you. [She's helping him without requiring payment; the least he could do was take a little detour.] Fair warning: I look a little scary, but I promise I'm not. I'll be there soon.

[grunehexe]

[that could have... A multitude of meanings. But after the face of her own greatly disfigured mother, the werewolves... Surely she could handle it.]

Then I will await your arrival.

[time to open the window and keep an eye out.]

[hellshaped]

[In Hellboy's case, the meaning is WARNING: 400 LBS, RED SKIN, AND ALSO THERE IS A TAIL. He just prefers to be vague about it.

Taking side streets and back alleys, it doesn't take him long to reach the back door. Still, he waits in the shadows.]

[grunehexe]

[from her vantage point, Sieglinde can at least tell big. Craning from her window to check, moving to the door to check the stairs, then back to the window, she finally waves a handkerchief briefly outside...

Which is probably her version of a signal.]

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy's not sure what he was expecting. A flare? A birdcall? He takes the handkerchief as a signal and quickly, but still cautiously, darts across the alley to slip inside the back door.

He's not sure if the apothecary is friendly or not, so he creeps up the stairs as best he can, careful not to scuff the wood with his hooves.]

[grunehexe]

[At the sound of footsteps (heavy ones) on the stairs, Sieglinde hobbled her way to the door. When she opened it, he'd be able to see past her to the rather cramped workroom, a note and potion covered table, two small beds and a curtained corner, a half-written magic circle on the floor...

And a rather wide-eyed young girl on crutches.

Well, he definitely looked a bit differently than she imagined. But, to her credit, (maybe because she was a witch?), it took her only a moment before she managed to get out of the way and gesture him in, peeking around him to make sure no one else was in sight.]

- do come in.

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy gives Sieglinde a bit of a wide-eyed look in response -- she sounded young, true, but he didn't think she'd be this young. But he quickly realizes that this is neither the time nor the place to question such things, and he moves ahead of her into the workroom.

It's a bit cluttered, and he is something like a bull in a china shop in close quarters like this, so he takes very special care not to knock anything over with his tail as he awkwardly looks for someplace out of the way to stand.]

Thanks for having me. Sorry about the short notice...