[Robert pauses a moment to carefully prise off another scute, peeling it away to expose the lovely fresh shell underneath, and then gently scrubs at the point where he extracted it, placing the scute in an ever-growing pile on the ground next to him.
Though his tone is noticeably casual, he does respond to this with a somewhat more... worried voice.]
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Though his tone is noticeably casual, he does respond to this with a somewhat more... worried voice.]
... The... infection...?