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[soft_shelled]

I know, but sitting up might cause the stitches to burst and we don't want that.

[To call what they had done harrowing would be an understatement in Donnie's mind, as the removal of a rib was... Not something he ever thought he'd be involved in. Which makes him come up with what he says next, a neat little factoid that he thinks Ray will enjoy?

Who knows.]

You know that it's a myth that women have one more rib than men? They actually have the same amount of ribs.

[Random weird ass facts he knows, also leaving out the bible stuff because to him that's not important at all.]

[sweartoyou]

[This is where she might normally make a soft noise of agreement, but as she is, she's too reluctant to budge on her position. The best she can allow is to just...not argue. Keep her grumbly thoughts to herself.

The switch in topic draws her attention, though there's a storm in her head as several things to say are fighting to make it out first. What will win -- ?]

I am aware of anatomy.

[To her, the concise comment is just -- concise. It doesn't occur to her that coupled with her flat tone, it would be easy to misinterpret as tired snapping. She's just had to be sparing in her words, since here she goes, continuing...]

I suppose it came about because there was a story where woman was born from man's rib? It is...absurd what people will believe...though I suppose that, as someone who has suffered delirium and delusions, I am less qualified to say so. [And -- ] Not all ribs are real. They are real, but...um...

[Rachel trails off, slowly blinking.]

[soft_shelled]

I know... I mean, I assumed you'd know because the whole. Morgue thing?

[He does not take it as being snappish at all! Although he does feel a little silly about the whole thing now, as he lets her talk before she trails off and he just chuckles a little.]

I don't know, I'd think that might make you more qualified? But what do I know, I've never experienced such things before.

[sweartoyou]

[She apparently thinks that over before ruffling her feathers and folding her wings again, as irritating and clumsy as it is on the side she's laying on.]

Though not always distressing...my experiences lead me to conclude that you should be grateful for that. Ah -- false ribs. Vertebrochondral, the eighth, ninth, and tenth...

[She sighs wearily and closes her eyes, attempting to draw his arm closer. It seems likely that she'll settle in as much as she can, if things continue like this.]

I desire more facts and plans. Your intelligence is soothing.

[soft_shelled]

[Listening to her talk is nice, this is nice, all things considered, and he nods at her stating that he should be grateful for not experiencing such things and then well... She wants more facts and plans, huh?]

Well, hm. For Leo's arm, I'm thinking of doing a harness attachment since that would allow for adjustments if he changes what kind of monster he is and also it's the least tech-dependant solution.