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Jaz was very upset by her story. "But that's so sad!"
Jace replied like usual. "Life isn't gumdrops and roses."
He was finishing wrapping up Alice's feet, using clean, sterilized bandages, making sure they stayed in place.
She kicked him none too gently. "She hasn't seen any of her family in ages, and she's all alone in the world. Even though you annoy me to Hell's Gate, I still can depend on you just a little bit. Put yourself in Alice's shoes!"
Jace sighed. "Completely missed the point." He muttered under his breath. Louder, he said, "Alice, try to stay off your feet, otherwise they might get awfully worse. Jaz, ankle braces."
Jaz grinned. "Oh, okay. Alice, this is going to be fun!"
Jace started the scrap box conveyer, moving it closer so they could try to make Alice some kind of braces to keep her off her feet so they'd heal. Jace and Jaz quickly got to work, settling into a routine they'd developed, each another half of the same mind, working to achieve the same thing. They started by building a support system of sturdy rods, and adding wires in different colors, completely soundless, and also never in conflict, but always doing something the other didn't.