"Are you sure about this, Niro?"
Those were the first words out of Tir's mouth when Niro opened the front door.
Niro paused, hand resting on the door as he held it open. "Look, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to."
The jadeblood gave him a pained look.
"Does that mean you're just going to do it yourself?" Tir stepped forward, and Niro moved aside to let him in.
Niro threw a glance around the clearing outside out of habit, but he didn't see anything except for Remus perched on the shed, and the small van Tir had rented to bring his borrowed surgical supplies.
He shut the door and turned as Tir set his backpack down on the table. "No. But I might find a back-alley doctor, or something."
"Skyrra or someone..?" Tir glanced over, a concerned glint in his eye.
"Skyrra's dead. You didn't hear?" Niro tilted his head.
"Oh. No, I didn't." Tir scratched the side of his neck. "He finally bite off more than he could chew or something?"
"They said it was a suicide." Niro shrugged. Tir took a breath through his nose, glancing upwards- Seeming to accept that news easily.
"Yeah, that's..." Tir trailed off, and then leaned on the table, glancing away for a moment before changing the subject. "Well. If you really want to go through with this, I'll do my best. I know you don't have other options."
"Nope." Niro folded his arms. "I already wrote up a pre-op. You want to check my vitals first?"
