Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-33229352-20200118043329

Ishmael finished pressing the leaves into Galaxian's neck and stepped back. He hadn't done something like this in a good long while, but he was satisfied with his work. "If we can move him, I can patch him up with something more substantial, but that should do it for now, I think." he watched the deity carefully for any new signs of awareness.