<strong>~ Galo, Infirmary ~</strong><div class="floatright">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/Character%20pics/GaloICPic.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Galo was not entirely comforted by Autolycus’ words, though knowing the plants he had used helped. There was always a chance for a person to react badly to a drug, however small that chance may be - that he knew from personal experience. That slight twitch was still concerning.<br/><br/>Though the medicus’ tone when he spoke to her was somewhat reassuring in regards to his intent towards the tattooed woman. Unless, of course, it was either an act or he intended to tame through both brutality and kindness; difficult to pull off but most effective if done right.<br/><br/>As Autolycus pulled the woman from the table, before Galo could respond to the request for aid, the door opened; Nakia and an unknown, very naked slave just behind her came into view as Galo turned to look.<br/><br/>Another new salve. Galo’s brow quirked as he looked him over; Relatively short, toned muscle but not too bulky, well endowed (a perhaps a little eager), passive stance and expression, if a tad curious. Reasonable looks. An experienced slave, at a guess; possibly born to slavery or very good at keeping his outward appearance under control. Worth keeping an eye on.<br/><br/>His presence with Nakia was interesting - and here?<br/><br/>Galo suppressed a grimace. An summons to an ‘initiation’ perhaps? With two candidates, one of whom was all but unconscious and the other of whom had recently been flogged. That should go down well...<br/><br/>Nodding to Nakia as he move to aid Autolycus, he was suddenly aware again of his unkempt and unshaven self, something he would have remedy as soon as possible now he was back in the Ludus. He had to look his part, as the well presented senior slave to the Domina reminded him.<br/><br/>“Nakia.” He replied to her, tone polite, “You are well?”