[ There's a beat. She considers handing Damian back his bag of coins, but--that would hurt him. She'll keep it for now and find some way to get it away from here; it's too incriminating, there are enough Company dogs sniffing at her door. Umbra doesn't flinch when Damian tucks the branch into his little sash, used to carrying small objects around. ]
I do. My medicine trunk.
[ It's locked, obviously, because the hospital-grade opioids she has access to are addictive. She has it keyed to her own fingerprint. ]
If I didn't know any better, I might think you were concerned for me.
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I do. My medicine trunk.
[ It's locked, obviously, because the hospital-grade opioids she has access to are addictive. She has it keyed to her own fingerprint. ]
If I didn't know any better, I might think you were concerned for me.