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Enter Sands, walking more cautiously than he would ever admit.

He’s never been to the infirmary before and his mental map is drawing a total blank. So his steps are taken with care, one hand on the wall and the other held just a little in front of him.

In any case, Random enters right afterwards, keeping a careful eye for any major obstacles in his path.

"Nita?"

She looks up and flashes them a smile, standing.

"Hey, Random."

Ramon saw Random collect Sands and barrels in after them, smoking a cigarette and nodding at Nita.

'Hey.'

Sands grins, bright and brittle, fingers drumming on what feels like the edge of a bed.

“And now the whole gang’s here. Peachy.”

Impatient? Him? Never.

"Be polite, ducky."

And his tone is so sweet.

"Nita, this is Sands. Sands, Nita Calahan, wizard extraordinaire. Nita, I'm your battery tonight, I'm told."

"Nice to meet you, Sands."

She nods. "Thanks, Random. C'mon back, I'm all set up."

Ramon smirks at Random and follows, murmuring to his partner,

'Thought you were my battery,' as he passes. Only quietly though, then he says loudly to Sands,

'Have you chosen what colour you want them in? I told you pink would suit you, right?'

“Fuck you, sweetchecks,” he retorts cheerfully.

He turns to almost, but not quite, face Nita. “Can you just make them... the same?”

"Ramon."

And he gets elbowed good naturedly in the side.

"Behave. How about it, Nita? I should have a small idea of what's gonna happen, at least."

"I ought to be able to."

There's a few chairs pulled up near the table, and she gestures towards them. "Have a seat and I'll lay things out."

--Of course, there's a slight problem here. She shoots a questioning glance between Random and Ramon, nodding towards Sands with a Can you lead him? look.

Ramon pretends to ignore her and just blows smoke at the blind man instead. Hey, he's paying for this to happen. He doesn't have to be nice.

Sands hesitates only for a moment, and then starts forwards towards Nita’s voice.

“Fucking ow,” he snaps, colliding with the table.

"Here" Random says quietly, pulling out a chair and letting it scrape across the floor.

"What kind of power are you going to need, Nita? Don't hesitate to draw before wearing yourself down. I'm old, strong, and we aren't paying you that well."

"A fair amount."

She leans against the table.

"It's not a simple wizardry. I'm thinking it'll go like this -- Sands, I'll need a few drops of your blood, and a few drops of mine." She looks towards him and continues, "That's going to go right on your eyes. Once the wizardry has the matter it needs, I'll be rebuilding from the bottom up. Random, I'm thinking I'll need a boost halfway through -- if you've got a spell you'd like to use, go for it. Otherwise I'll need some information from you so I can plug you into the spell. And Sands, I'll definitely need some details from you so that the spell will work right."

Ramon eyes them all and sighs, leaning his head over the back of the chair to glare at the ceiling. He hasn't got all that much patience with this but it's necessary, he supposes.

'You didn't need all that with me,' he says, though he does know the circumstances and lever of healing were somewhat different. 'Is it going to take long? I'm hungry.'

“Then go and eat something.”

Sands finds the chair and sits in it, scowling and rubbing his shin.

“What kind of details?” he asks the room at large.

"I don't do healing spells. Don't do any real spells, actually."

He settles into his own chair.

"Just manipulation. But ask away."

Ramon gets an eyeroll. "It'll probably take twenty minutes. Forty, at the longest."

Turning to Sands and Random, she asks them a few personal questions -- name, birthdate, and so forth, along with a few weird ones like "When was the last time you brushed your teeth?" -- until she has enough information to get the level of accuracy she needs.

Ramon stares at her with a sceptical expression, lighting another cigarette after tossing the butt of the old one onto the floor.

'Jesus, that long?'

There's a long suffering sigh and he lounges in his chair, strangely reminiscent of a bored kid in a dentist's waiting room.

Even with no eyes, Sands somehow manages to shoot Ramon a withering look. Never mind that he looks just as impatient, on the edge of his seat and practically vibrating with what could either by nerves of anticipation.

However, his voice is as calm and measured as ever when he speaks. “So what are we waiting for?”

Random bites his bottom lip.

"Drawing blood, apparently. I've a knife."

And no surprise, he offers one over to Nita. God knows where he got it.

She accepts it, nodding.

"Sands, you want to sit up or lie down? Since it's going to take a while."

He shrugs.

“I’m fine here.”

Ramon mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like 'Stop pampering him and just fucking get on with it,' but he continues to stare at the ceiling, looking bored.