"We call them wastes. They are the true residents of this town. What is left of them. Always very skittish. Always in masks," she said sadly. "I believe they are deep within the layers of this place, where the air is not so clear, not so safe to breathe. So we only see them briefly usually. She will be fine."
She looked down at the girl's leg when she tamped and smiled. At least there was that. "Good. I was a little worried the wounds might remain. Sorry, I wish that I could be the bearer of better news today. This town is one of countless horrors, though I find the people make up for it."
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She looked down at the girl's leg when she tamped and smiled. At least there was that. "Good. I was a little worried the wounds might remain. Sorry, I wish that I could be the bearer of better news today. This town is one of countless horrors, though I find the people make up for it."