Vania sighed. "Yeah, he'll be fine." by
doctorlit
on 2014-12-08 05:57:00 UTC
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"They don't think he was in the water too long, because he was still in the early stages of hypothermia. They're getting him warmed back up. He got some frostbite around his toes, but they have some dermal regenerator thing from Star Trek, so he's not losing anything.
"As I suspected, the whole drunk thing was completely psychosomatic, so there's no hangover. Doc is apparently a teetotaler, and he's upset with me that I didn't tell him Butterbeer had alcohol in it. Even though it has so little alcohol that Potterverse kids are allowed . . . But anyway, I'm under orders not to let him have any actual alcohol, or Bleepka-type stuff either, just in case. To be honest, we don't usually use Bleep products anyway, so no big loss.
"Anyway, Rina, I just wanted to thank you. I know we didn't really know each other, and I didn't even mean to message you, but you came around and helped me save my partner anyway. So, thanks, on behalf of Doc and myself."
Vania held out a hand to shake Rina's, but hesitated. "Are you sure you don't want a blanket? Or at least a hug? Come on! You're shivering!"