[He offers a small, almost sheepish nod, and he lies down. But not without another hiss as his broken ribs protest. His own high-speed regeneration bubbles feebly under the the surface of his skin, but with the drain on his energy, it's not working too well. They needed to find whatever was causing this and kill it. Dead. Stat.]
[that dark expression on her face doesn't escape his notice, and he frowns] What are you planning...?
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[that dark expression on her face doesn't escape his notice, and he frowns] What are you planning...?