"O-Oh, I see.. w-well t-the thing with anemics is, you can’t stop the bleeding. The blood doesn’t clot, s-so even a bruise could kill me,” Peyton explained and shifted a bit, trying to get a little more comfortable. 

"S-so you’ve never been to one then? That’s a shame. O-oh, but if your stitches are a problem, that’s an easy fix. W-While I don’t have a degree for it to be official, I am a doctor in a sense." Now, that bit was true. She specialized in a few areas of the medical field, though she didn’t receive schooling for them. She was a self-taught, medicinal alchemist. But never mind that, back to preening. "Ah.. b-but I must say, Edgar did such a.. fantastic job on your.. limbs. Quite beautiful work.”