She returned his introduction with a smile before taking the rag from him and putting it on the floor beside them. “Why the guilt, Mr. Copper?” She inquired, peering down at the bite. Sure enough there was a semi-circle that dotted his hand with jagged little punctures; Mabel winced. Having had the displeasure of experiencing a doxy bite at least once before, she sought to work quickly. Knowing Mr. Copper had the antidote already gave her peace knowing the worst of the effects had been quelled.

Reaching into her kit, she pulled out a small pot of salve and a clean cloth before dabbing at the wound to soak up the residual blood. “Is this not the first time you’ve encountered a doxy bite?”

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