Addison frowned. "A nurse."

He slid down so his back was leaning against the handrail of the staircase, while the stair below him muttered something about horses. Horses and slime. He still felt like there was something on his head, something slimy. "A nurse would be nice, I think."

"But--I should help you. There's all your wobbles to worry about. Wouldn't want you to be too wobbley to get any help. No, no, no, that wouldn't be any good at all." His frown deepened as he pondered on what to do, though the oscillating form of the girl did not make the choice very easy to focus on.

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