[She notes that limp, Garrus, but she doesn't comment on it. Sycora stands up from where she leaned against the wall, drawing up to her full height of five-foot-two. Her hair, as usual, is pulled into a bun. Though her appearance is neat, she looks tired.
The infirmary is very... medium-sized. Torches keep the room well-lit and cots line one wall. On the other wall, there's a large cabinet. One door, firmly closed, can be seen from the entrance point.]
Right to business, then.
[Sycora holds up a small wooden box. It's closed, but should Garrus open it, he'll find it full of small square wafers. They're mottled black and brown, rather like marbled bread.]
This is a medicine that'll allow your body to metabolize the food we have in-keep. Take one daily, and you should have no trouble.
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[She notes that limp, Garrus, but she doesn't comment on it. Sycora stands up from where she leaned against the wall, drawing up to her full height of five-foot-two. Her hair, as usual, is pulled into a bun. Though her appearance is neat, she looks tired.
The infirmary is very... medium-sized. Torches keep the room well-lit and cots line one wall. On the other wall, there's a large cabinet. One door, firmly closed, can be seen from the entrance point.]
Right to business, then.
[Sycora holds up a small wooden box. It's closed, but should Garrus open it, he'll find it full of small square wafers. They're mottled black and brown, rather like marbled bread.]
This is a medicine that'll allow your body to metabolize the food we have in-keep. Take one daily, and you should have no trouble.