"No, I keep my hair at home. Have you ever seen a Platypus with hair? I wear the rat's nest so people like you don't get too uncomfortable away from your home."
"So... you're checking up on them because they're not injured so you can treat them if they are?" Hacob followed the adventurer's eyes to his wound. "Oh, I'll be fine." The wound disappeared. "If anyone asks, you guys fixed that, alright?"
"I still don't think you are."
Platypus overheard her saying this. "How on earth will I deal with two self-centered Narrators around here?" he muttered under his breath as he was coming over.
"Not the end of the world as we know it. The end of the Thread. Imagine the power to reshape reality released upon the rest of the world." He shuddered, his Ordered nature kicking in. "The Plotblades unleashed upon the world, everyone besides the wielder dead, and the universe only a void. But by all means, leave. It will make my job easier." I won't have to babysit another fool that doesn't understand the true consequences of these Blades in the wrong hand. It was a very good thing Platypus was an expert at shielding his thoughts.
Platypus laughed. Possibly the first accurate thing she's ever said!