Jenkins had been startled to see a strange pink creature go rushing by the door to his shop, and when he went out to see what was happening, he was nearly trampled by a distressed alot carrying an unconscious woman. It only made sense, then, to assist the poor creatures to the clinic and ensure the unconscious woman got proper care.

It was almost a relief when the alot turned into a blue woman, so he could get some coherent answers.

"While the creatures you're describing are unfamiliar to me, the symptoms of your friend are not. I'll have to do some tests, with your permission, but I suspect the creature may have been trying to feed on her soul."

Raven pressed her hands to her mouth. "Can you -- can you fix it?"

"We'll have to see, my dear. In the mean time, at least you've gotten her to safety."

[clinic is open for any and all getting injured/knocked out tonight! And I should be done spamming the list now. . . .]