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Gianna is writing on a sheet of paper, using Corpus's cap feather as a pen and propping the paper with her leg.
Duke Corpus: ...And thus, mine nose must truly be strong, to endure the foul stench of death. Is this all understood?
Gianna: All duly noted, m'lord.
Gianna takes a moment to look at the notes she made. What we can see is "He wants his fat head to be less fat. Perhaps squish it so it looks like he's taller. Splash some [...] on the fabric hair s[...] ooks like there's luster; [...] satisfy our wise [...] wants..."
Gianna takes the note to the yellow Slugfolk she bandaged.
Gianna: I'm sorry, Shimm, the Duke has some requests. Would you and Snoal be dears and assist with his body?
Shimm: Understood, Gianna.
Duke Corpus: The rest of you must return to battle! Our friends must be stalled now!
As the Slugfolk move out, Gianna turns back to Corpus.
Gianna: Are you sure it's a good idea to send everyone back so soon? You might not have help after.
Duke Corpus: My grand return is at hand, my dear Gianna. We shall soon be rid of these invaders, and perhaps we could bring them back as well... Of course, we will provide the same treatment to our two mystery attackers.
Corpus laughs (with two "HAR" SFX). Gianna is very much not amused by this remark.