Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: 21 "No, sir." Williamson smiled thinly. "Saille is exhibiting recuperative powers typical of the adult Fey. As you are aware, there isn't much aside from iron that can permanently harm them. The prisoner is in excellent health." Catching the unusually friendly tone of the doctor's explanation, Eisner wondered why he was being so nice. On the few occasions their paths had crossed before, Williamson had delighted in demonstrating his superiority when it came to medical matters. Obviously, the Sidhe's condition was the result of the big breakthrough, and the reason that he'd been called in. "Then why is she so docile?" Eisner asked, turning away from the glass. The Sidhe's look of desperation was making him feel as if he were watching a butterfly in a killing jar. "In layman's terms," William ...
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