Pema hopped out of her seat, mug in hand, and occupied an empty chair next to the Prof, "Hey, are you feeling okay? You seem lost in thought."
She placed a comforting hand on the Prof's shoulder.
"I don't blame him. These things must be difficult for him to hear," Salem piped up.
"Oh! Oh, oh, I'm fine. Just, just thinking. We should soon, we should soon prepare to
embark on our journey. I've, I've made, I've made a large supply of p-potions and m-my
explosives, but, but, b-but I'll need access to more supplies later," the Professor didn't look up and just took a drink from his mug.
After a moment, he turned around in his seat and lifted his robe up to his knee, revealing the brace. He placed his bare skin against the metal support bars, but didn't react to it. "Methinks... methinks the iron content of this m-must be low..."
((And yes, I do Tumblr RPs, along with offline tabletop RPs.))