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[OOM: One commission, two gifts and an unexpected visitor. Small warning for a bit of blood and gore.]

Weyland returns to the bar sometime later, when he has recovered enough to appear calm again, and he carries the gifts he has made up to the bar. It looks like it's going to be another Atlantean night.

He takes a seat at the bar, and waits. There's one person in particular he's waiting for and several others he'd be very happy to see, but really any distraction would be welcome.

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It would also probably not be a good thing for poor Ev to try biting Weyland.

Luckily, that's not going to happen, as he picks the basket up and carries it carefully over to Coreen. "I can carry you back inside if you'd like, so you can get some ice and proper treatment."

"Have...ice...upstairs. Go...home."

She pulls the basket into her lap, still crying, but rubs him softly behind the ears. There's no sense in upsetting him.

He leans down to pick up her shoe, and then scoops Coreen up gently and carefully.

"There's some vodka in the cabinet over there if you'd like it. One can also get painkillers from the bar if you prefer."

She shakes her head to both. "If I can endure childbirth with nothing, I can take this."

She's a tough one.

He may not be as showily strong as her fiancé is, but Weyland is strong all the same, so carrying her out of the forge and along the path back to the bar is no trouble at all.

"It has been done cleanly, but you must take care of it. I wouldn't want you to be harmed because of it."

Well, it's not like she's that big, either, and Evan's still small.

"I can treat it. Don't worry about me, Weyland."

Even if it is nice that he seems to care.

"There will always be concern," he says, but leaves it at that, as he continues along the path.

"I'll have Joe order some bandages and aloe. It'll be alright."

She leans her head against him, cradling the basket tightly to her chest.

"I can have them sent up for you," he says, opening the door and stepping back into the bar. "Well, some to get you started anyway."

She nods, slowly. "Thank you, Weyland."

Evan has still not decided what's going on, and he's not particularly thrilled about that either. The fact that he knows that his mother is in pain doesn't help either.

Well, Evan will have plenty of time to feel safe and comforted when they are back up in their room. It smells like a proper den to him anyway, not the weirdness of the forge.

Weyland quietly relays an order for supplies to a waitrat on his way to the elevator.

Hell, the forge smells weird to Coreen too. And makes her eyes hurt.

Her eyes are hurting for a different reason now, as she finally stops crying, and starts worrying. Joe is not going to be thrilled.

Luckily, the worry doesn't last long before her world fades to black.

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