<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597972275559530517/599414480342089728/Death_Freya.png)</div>Freya straightened and glanced out the back room, wondering why anyone would knock at her door instead of just walking in to the shop. She blinked as she called out, "One minute!"<br/><br/>Freya stored the bag of food away, and then shuffled into the front room to pull open the door. She was greeted by the tall form of McCree, sporting a very obviously broken arm.<br/><br/>"Oh boy, what did you do now?" She asked, ushering the taller man into the front room and to one of three chairs she kept nearest to the door. She waved to Soot as she closed the door, calling out "I'll come say hi in just a minute."<br/><br/>Then Freya got to work, rounding her counter, she grabbed a bottle filled with murky grey liquid, a roll of cloth, and a thin piece of wood. These she piled onto a table, and then she rolled said table out to stop just in front of McCree.<br/><br/>Freya didn't ask questions of the mysterious man that showed up at her door randomly, it wasn't any of her business. But it was a little bewildering how much trouble McCree actually got into on a regular basis. Freya sometimes wondered if they got into so much trouble as an excuse to come here. McCree seemed, lonely, to Freya at least. But that wasn't something the purple haired woman would ever say to her patient. She wasn't a shrink after all.<br/><br/>Freya set about inspecting the arm, planning her course of action.<br/><br/>"This has to go." She indicated his sleeve and held her hands just above it as an offering to help.