Right then! Freshly renewed both mentally and emotionally, the good doctor can get back to work - which, in this case, involves milking the vine of a synthetic-plant-hybrid he has literally just met so that their fluids can be used as a medicine, which is...surprisingly, one of the most esoteric things Faust has ever had to do on the job. How is he even meant to do this? Is it like milking a cow's udder, or a snake's glands?
"...that's a good way of looking at it. And, uh...thank you for your generous...blood donation? I suppose that's what we're doing now! I'll just..."
Faust still looks relatively uncomfortable with the upcoming procedure, but he nevertheless reaches out to grasp the proffered tendril with one hand, using the other to place his cup and dropped scalpel to the side, producing a second unused cup from the coat's unknowable void in their stead - whatever this substance running through Epsilon's 'veins' is, he doesn't want it contaminated by his own saliva. ... The good doctor's patience lasts all of two seconds before he dares to give the exposed injury a firm squeeze, producing a sound that causes Faust to visibly wince. It's a mercy that the action at least speeds up the process, and soon enough the flow of eucalyptus sap is sufficient to fill the cup halfway.
"-alright, that should do it! Your donation has been greatly appreciated! Now then, let's get you patched up..."
Faust speaks far too quickly as he withdraws the cup, placing it alongside the other items to the side as if he's handling a cup full of nuclear waste, and immediately unleashes a flurry of blurred motions around Epsilon's vine as the good doctor repeats a set of motions so ingrained into him he could probably do it in his sleep. In mere seconds the damaged section is tightly wrapped in a layer of fresh bandages, still the slightest twinge damp from the herbal remedies they'd been extensively bathed in not too long ago - let it never be said Faust doesn't take his medical hygiene anything less than obsessively serious.
"And viola! Or...ta-da? Yes - Ta-da! I would normally advise you further on when and how to change these, but I'm afraid young Ginko likely understands your physiology better than I do, Epsilon. Would you be willing to take care of our mutual patient in the near future, young Ginko?"
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"...that's a good way of looking at it. And, uh...thank you for your generous...blood donation? I suppose that's what we're doing now! I'll just..."
Faust still looks relatively uncomfortable with the upcoming procedure, but he nevertheless reaches out to grasp the proffered tendril with one hand, using the other to place his cup and dropped scalpel to the side, producing a second unused cup from the coat's unknowable void in their stead - whatever this substance running through Epsilon's 'veins' is, he doesn't want it contaminated by his own saliva.
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The good doctor's patience lasts all of two seconds before he dares to give the exposed injury a firm squeeze, producing a sound that causes Faust to visibly wince. It's a mercy that the action at least speeds up the process, and soon enough the flow of eucalyptus sap is sufficient to fill the cup halfway.
"-alright, that should do it! Your donation has been greatly appreciated! Now then, let's get you patched up..."
Faust speaks far too quickly as he withdraws the cup, placing it alongside the other items to the side as if he's handling a cup full of nuclear waste, and immediately unleashes a flurry of blurred motions around Epsilon's vine as the good doctor repeats a set of motions so ingrained into him he could probably do it in his sleep. In mere seconds the damaged section is tightly wrapped in a layer of fresh bandages, still the slightest twinge damp from the herbal remedies they'd been extensively bathed in not too long ago - let it never be said Faust doesn't take his medical hygiene anything less than obsessively serious.
"And viola! Or...ta-da? Yes - Ta-da! I would normally advise you further on when and how to change these, but I'm afraid young Ginko likely understands your physiology better than I do, Epsilon. Would you be willing to take care of our mutual patient in the near future, young Ginko?"