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"Yeah, you're right on that. Hence I shouldn't be here." Odd uttered grimly and stared into the patch on his stomach.

"Probably afraid of what would happen if he took away Dr. Ormont's patients." Galen chuckled. "Especially those of us who are regulars. Do you have one of those punch card programs, Doc?"

A webbed hand posed on the shoulder of the Mandalorian (Oddyn) coming from below from the short Mon Cala. As the hand rested on the man, the power of the Jedi filled the Mandalorian with a bright light. "Allow me to finish the work of my colleague, since all you needed now was of your body to restore and heal the remaining damage."

Morning Shift (D5-EM). Force Heal Oddyn, 1 Force Die: 1eF 2 Light Side - HEAL 5 Wounds, so recuperated

Running a hand through his hair, "if I ever have to charge for my services, I'll set up a loyalty program." He studied the information in his spectacles as Rekara used the Force on Oddyn, adjusting them on the bridge of his nose with a finger.

Oddyn looked back at the vaguely familiar ichtian. "Sure?" He nevertheless felt Force rushing through him, mending his body, and it was an odd things to discover, unreal and incomprehensible, dazing him in a way. "...I'll probably subscribe, Doc." He uttered uncertainly, trying to be funny in his strange buoyant state.

"Yeah, I think there'd be a lot from this group who would sign up." Galen nodded.