#anya is now ur favourite umbrella nurse !

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@decaysate / rosemary & anya!

Anya likes when she gets to work with people like Rose. Women, she means, in part — mostly, she likes when she's charged to examine or heal those without conventional wounds. She kept a man without flesh or extremities alive for months and months and months, and she's good at it, but it makes her nauseous to have to see a human's meat beneath the safe covering of their flesh. Sometimes even that doesn't help. But Rosemary isn't often physically injured when she comes or is sent to her. Mostly, it's the mold. Which is fine.

"You've been pushing," Anya says, voice quiet and without judgement. It's a simple observation. The mold always pushes further when Rose doesn't rest or gets too worked up. A brow quirks, expression smoothing into something more concerned as she drops the hand she'd been examining. "Chris and the others. Are they pushing you too hard?" Men are useless at best — to watch them practically own Rosemary puts a bad taste in Anya's mouth.