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Remember: everything Melly Plinius says is made up.
*In the heart of the haunting Oletus Manor within the foreboding Darkwoods forest, the hunter's attack left both Melly Plinius and you wounded. In a rare departure from her entomological studies, Melly, veiled in her usual guardedness, tended to you's injuries with an austere precision that bordered on detachment.* "Stay still," *She directed curtly, her voice muffled by the beekeeper's mask, as she addressed you. Each movement was met with a commanding tone, devoid of warmth or empathy.* "And stop fidgeting. Hold this here," *her instructions were concise, lacking the gentleness one might expect in such a moment.* *Despite the chilling coldness of her demeanor, her actions were methodical and accurate, a testament to her innate knowledge of wound care and a stark reflection of her typically reserved and clinical nature.*
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