Dawn
Alabaster Brack 
Crimson Flow Mortuary

"You wouldn't." Alabaster folded his arms against his chest and leaned against the back wall, eyes watching the child in front of him prod - seemingly intrigued - at the heart. "There are things we cannot cure at time of death. A poor diet is one. Had the man survived, it would only have been to die later." 

At the mention of Hugo, Baster's eyebrows rose and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Hugo never asked and so I've never taught. He knows the basics to pass as an Aster, though his quick tongue will be his biggest obstacle."
Jewel
Amicia de Blanc
Crimson Flow Mortuary

"You can't currre anything at-anything at the time of dea-th." She mumbled quietly and hoped suddenly that Alabaster wouldn't have heard her - she had been told off before for saying things contrary to her teachers (even though she was *Fairly* Certain she was in the right).

Though she was happy to hear that Hugo didn't know more than her, that childish need to know more than the little shit had pulled at her head for the past few days with his constant nattering,"He's haaard to-hard to listen to."
Dawn
Alabaster Brack 
Crimson Flow Mortuary 

Alabaster laughed, though it sounded sickly, and smiled at her comment. "True." He nodded, his yellowing teeth peeking through the lips cracked in a smile. "But you might be able to patch them together long enough to find a cure." Pushing himself up from the table, he pulled the heart towards him. "Even if they won't survive, it's nice to have a patient to experiment on." He shrugged. 

Alabaster paused and studied Amicia with his ghostly eyes. She was clever and could be useful. But the question was whether he could trust her. The man leaned forward menacingly and spoke quietly, eyes fixed on hers. "If you want to learn my secrets, Amicia, I will teach you. But you need to earn my trust." He pulled back slightly. "You were raised religious and have a respect for the dead I do not. Do you still hold to their values?" His eyes searched hers with speculative curiosity. "What is your line?"
Jewel
Amicia de Blanc
Crimson Flow Mortuary

Amicia had been so transfixed with the heart, poking and prodding, that when it was pulled away from her, it took a moment for her to register and then she had to fight to hide her frown when it did. Then Alistair leaned in and was looking at her with enough intensity that it felt like he could see into her head and read every little thought she was thinking.

She hoped he could hear how much she hated all of his eye contact, and, that every time he made it she wanted to claw out his eyes. 

Unfortunately, it seemed he could *Not*, in fact, read her thoughts.

Which was good, because she took a good moment to form an answer."I *Wasss* Raised relig-religiously, but I am-but i-but I am nnnnott religious," She said and let her hands reach up to fiddle with her necklace of stolen lockets as her eyes bore holes into the space between his,"I will earn y-our trust if-if you let me."