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She almost didn't do this. There's a part of her that nearly bended to the stubborn need to avoid help, but Cal and Sookie would never let that rest. She's been by the clinic multiple times, now, and has been waiting and watching as she observes the doctors and their way of practicing. She's almost surprised that her decision leans towards a nurse, in the end.

She thinks she can do this. There's no actual medical diagnosing necessary, not anymore. She needs someone who can maintain treatment of the symptoms seeing as there's no cure for the disease. That's all she needs and a nurse can definitely manage.

She waits until he's alone in the clinic and the other doctors are preoccupied with their work. "Rory Williams?" she asks, as if she hasn't spent a week finding out everyone's names, histories, and significant others. "Do you have a minute to talk?"

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Sarah's surprised in how eager she is for these lessons.

The auction had brought multiple promising bids and she had made sure to distribute her chips amidst them all -- guns, self-defense, swords, other weapons -- because she knows all-too-well that allowing skills to rust will be dangerous. For all that her safety seems assured, she's too paranoid and too well-acquainted with disaster to know that it's gone forever. She'd had years of peace with Charley, but that had ended, as well.

It always ends, no matter how much you try and change fate.

She's even more glad that she's won something that her skills lack in. She can wield a knife with great expertise, but a sword is far different from that. She wants to be proficient in as many forms of fighting as she can manage. That's why today brings her a kind of joy that she hasn't felt since she learned to take apart a firearm as quick as she did.

She considers the sword in her hand carefully, hefting the weight up and down. "I'm going to have some very specific questions. They're just curiosities, though."