Rowan already had ideas as to how to help this girl if she asked for it. After all, they had hospital equipment in some art galleries. He could examine her hand and see if there was something to be done, now that she was pretty much avenged. Still, he didn't count on the busy doctor to join his little project—more so offer to fix her hand himself.
"You can still fix it?" Rowan twitched, concealing his excitement. He might be good with patching up the injured, but if they were calling for miracles, he needed Duke to help him.
"Baby, I've been fixing a lot of broken and torn limbs and extremities for years. I know what can be salvaged and what cannot. Then again, I have no license…" Duke chuckled as if it was not a weird thing to say in a police station. "I can't have regular people to come to me."
Rowan frowned a little, trying to keep his pout from showing. "You say that… but every household in Wailing Veil has gone to your home clinic at least once."
