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Guard duty's been dealt with. Sleep's been done.

Never mind the indoor Quidditch. Ray's really starting to look forward to going home. For now, though, he'll settle for getting dinner and sitting in the Bar, near the observation window, with his book on qigong exercises.

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"Slowly," Ray says. "It'll go faster once we've found his sister to help him instead."

"Is she bringing him food?" Raptors aren't big on medicine. For them, trying to heal involves resting, being brought food, and hoping for the best.

Ray thinks about this, and about what they're supposed to ultimately do.

"Pretty much," he says. "He won't eat what I bring him. I guess he doesn't like my smell. She's also going to fight for him, if something bigger and stronger comes along."

Like his own dark side, or what have you.

She frowns, taking another bite out of her own meal. "Maybe. Picky, sick chicks usually die, though. But it's good that she'll defend him."

"We'll see," Ray says. "He's almost old enough to look after himself- he just needs to get over this illness. If he can manage it, he should be just fine."

Red nods at that. "Sometimes they get better, with no problems. It's just how things are. You can't really guess."

Ray nods. "Once his sister comes around, I can leave," he says; he figures the battle for Danny's going to happen really soon after Jazz and the others are found. "In the meantime, I'm stuck with that. Have you smelled the one who did this to you, by the way? Do we need to look for her?"

"I've been looking for her, but I can't smell anything with a nose like this. How do you stand it? It's frustrating."

"It has to be a pretty strong smell," Ray admits. "It's a pity you don't have anything that was hers, though. I've just acquired a helper who can smell as well as a raptor. If we had something of hers, he could track the smell for us."

"A helper?" She frowns as she thinks. "She stood out because of all the red. But I haven't seen anyone who looked like her since this-" she gestures at herself- "happened."

Ray nods. "You know the way the birds used to pick off the bugs that bothered you, because you couldn't get at the bugs yourself? Francis smells things for me that I can't smell myself, and leads me to them."

After a moment's consideration, she nods. "So you feed it, and it helps you?" She's assuming there's food involved-there generally seems to be to her, in the case of helping others.

If Francis were an ordinary dog, it would be exactly that. As it stands...

Well, Ray gives it electricity and does system maintenance. So.

"Yes, that's pretty much how it works."

"It sounds useful. I don't think not being able to smell makes you sick, but I still think it's annoying."

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