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“Arch,” Miss Cheery sighed. “Please put that away.”
He lifted his bow from the strings, “But I’m trying to wake Morrigan up, Miss.”
“You’re going to give Nurse Tim a stroke first,” she said kindly, nodding at the man who appeared as if he had been alive centuries rather than decades. Then she caught sight of something else, “Hawthorne, take that off your head!”
“But Miss.”
“Thaddea,” she turned. “Don’t challenge any more people to arm westles.”
“Miss!”
Nurse Tim stood up, looking like he wanted a coffee badly. “Until she wakes up, I don’t want any of you back.”