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Within the mile, they arrive at the estate. A pair of centaurs lean against the railing of the front approach under the overhang, resting. The front door opens as they approach, Lucida peeking out. She opens and motions them in.

"Uncle Hound, Sir Praetor, please, come in, hurry.  Mama's waiting inside."

The three go inside, into a back lounge. Regina is there with a large washbasin, the fire stoked high as she scrubs large strips of linen, her arms elbow deep in the boiling water. "Gentlemen, please." She nods to some chairs. "I'd greet you, but I can't at the moment."

At that point a door opens and Cosette, the Arachne surgeon, steps through. "Fortuitous timing," she says, seeing the trio. She picks up a steaming towel and wipes her hands, cleaning blood off. "She's not fit to speak yet, but she's alive." She looks at Praetor. "That was a stroke of brilliance, siphoning the blood from her chest cavity.  Another ten minutes and she'd have suffocated."