The BranRiech wrote:"He had a fridge fall on him, and then he ate the Nyan-tart."
"I think that's all."
Swith slapped her palm against her forehead loudly. "It could be the Nyan-tart, Bran. Good thinking." She watched Superbia's little foot twitch. "Right!"
She walked into the kitchen and turned on the bright overhead lights, then stripped him down and examined him for a rash. She peered into the little spots that served as his ears, examined his mouth and studied his respirations.
"If worse comes to worse, I'll just heal him and explain my reasoning to Elohim later if it comes up," she shrugged at Bran.
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Naomi's frown was set as she walked into Thriller's quarters. She banged on his door.