Eldin did his best to suppress a smile at Pyrites' dramatics. You're not going to die, he should have said, but that would almost too reassuring; but he also couldn't go the whole I don't know, maybe you will route because that was unprofessional (and petty).

"I'll manage," he said, rolling his eyes as he turned towards the counter to start preparing the simple pain potion with the pre-prepared ingredients. "So what have you been up to since school? Trouble as usual, I presume?" It didn't take much to make such presumptions, not given his condition.

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