（ he never paid much mind to injuries. he knew nothing could kill him before he was twenty one. infection was just a thing to be weathered. broken bones would heal. so, to this little insight of doctorly advice he just lifts one shoulder up in a shrug. ）

Ain't got a problem about it. But if you're lookin' to ease my mind, a shot of moonshine might do its part to charm the pain away. Doc keeps a bottle on the top shelf of that cabinet over there.

（ he'd watched her take it down and pour out a shot for a dying man a few hours ago. she'd taken one herself when she thought no one was looking. hard job. nero's glad it ain't his — minding souls is easier than the body. ）