It's my job. [A grim thought, but not untrue. Tributes get bruised and beaten in training, they fight with each other, some even come injured. And it's not unheard of for one to need prep after they're taken from the arena. The stylists learn it all.
But those are grim thoughts. He gives a small smile at that, gesturing for Dorian to have a seat on one of the trunks.]
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It's my job. [A grim thought, but not untrue. Tributes get bruised and beaten in training, they fight with each other, some even come injured. And it's not unheard of for one to need prep after they're taken from the arena. The stylists learn it all.
But those are grim thoughts. He gives a small smile at that, gesturing for Dorian to have a seat on one of the trunks.]
Have a cup of coffee. Or -- you preferred tea?