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faithlikeaseed) wrote2019-08-01 12:00 am
faithlikeaseed) wrote2019-08-01 12:00 am
｢ ooc: look what I got from the mods 👀 ｣
[ Tracking the Enchantment around the city Wall's very quickly had led Caster back to the Coven, and soon enough managed to pinpoint it to—
—one door. Obviously he couldn't watch it for long without being too suspicious, but imagine, imagine his surprise when he sees no one else but Myr leave it.
Shit.
He has to stop himself from running right up to him because now that would be suspicious, but he leaves Coven quickly and calls him as soon as he can. ]
Myr. It's Caster. Are you alright? Can we meet somewhere?
[ Tracking the Enchantment around the city Wall's very quickly had led Caster back to the Coven, and soon enough managed to pinpoint it to—
—one door. Obviously he couldn't watch it for long without being too suspicious, but imagine, imagine his surprise when he sees no one else but Myr leave it.
Shit.
He has to stop himself from running right up to him because now that would be suspicious, but he leaves Coven quickly and calls him as soon as he can. ]
Myr. It's Caster. Are you alright? Can we meet somewhere?
[Caster might've seen Myr carted off by Everett, if he'd stuck around long--the diplomat plainly distressed and not at all shy about informing the Coven's Witches that locking a sufferer's Bonded out of the infirmary simply would not fly--
Myr, meanwhile, wasn't in much of a state to do any talking himself.
He still sounds a little foggy over the watches, like he's been woken from a nap.]
Caster--? 'm fine, I think. Arm still hurts, [because he doesn't...quite solidly remember what happened beyond the door, and assumes this is about the bite,] but it's doing better.
...Yeah, we can. Got somewhere in mind?
Myr, meanwhile, wasn't in much of a state to do any talking himself.
He still sounds a little foggy over the watches, like he's been woken from a nap.]
Caster--? 'm fine, I think. Arm still hurts, [because he doesn't...quite solidly remember what happened beyond the door, and assumes this is about the bite,] but it's doing better.
...Yeah, we can. Got somewhere in mind?
[ Thank the gods for Everett, means Myr is in good hands. More commotion would be unwise (harder to keep observing the damn door in the future, not that he's thinking about it right now— ) ]
Wherever you are right now, if that's possible. Best if you didn't move too much. [ A pause ] You're in Everett's chambers?
Wherever you are right now, if that's possible. Best if you didn't move too much. [ A pause ] You're in Everett's chambers?
[If he felt less clouded, Myr would protest he's not an invalid and he's fine to go somewhere else. But his head is still stuffed with fog and not moving too much has its appeal...]
Ah-- [There's an indistinct comment from someone who sure sounds like Everett when Myr hesitates. Less out of propriety and more just plain being a little turned around on where he is.] --we are. Maybe just outside?
Ah-- [There's an indistinct comment from someone who sure sounds like Everett when Myr hesitates. Less out of propriety and more just plain being a little turned around on where he is.] --we are. Maybe just outside?
Sure, I'll wait there [ Given the Coven's guests chambers are all close to another, so he just closes the call and then follows into the vicinity of Everett's staying place. If this is not here, he expects a call soon enough.
If he got the place right, Myr should emerge sooner or later. ]
If he got the place right, Myr should emerge sooner or later. ]
[And emerge Myr does; Caster won't have to wait all that long before the Faun steps out into the hall joining the guest quarters. He's taken the time to make himself a little more presentable, hair patted into place and his spare set of robes on.
He stops just outside of Everett's door, letting it fall shut behind him with a click. Fidgets a moment with his fingers on his staff before calling out,] Caster?
He stops just outside of Everett's door, letting it fall shut behind him with a click. Fidgets a moment with his fingers on his staff before calling out,] Caster?
I'm here. [ Caster approaches, his steps quick but his steps are uncharacteristically quiet. He can sneak when he has to. ] You look like you've been through an adventure.
[ There's just the tiniest hint of playfulness in his tone. More of a morale-boosting than anything ]
How are you doing?
[ There's just the tiniest hint of playfulness in his tone. More of a morale-boosting than anything ]
How are you doing?
He shouldn't be standing. [Everett chimes in, from the doorway. He motions them both back into the room.
It's a quaint space, but private and room enough for the three of them. He has a couple chairs for the two to settle into, he can stand or sit on his bed, it's a tidy space]
Come right in, I'll put on some tea.
It's a quaint space, but private and room enough for the three of them. He has a couple chairs for the two to settle into, he can stand or sit on his bed, it's a tidy space]
Come right in, I'll put on some tea.
Feel like I've been through one. Wish to the Void I could remember it, [Myr replies, through a hint of a smile; he appreciates the boost.
And siiiiighs, fondly, at Everett's comment.] All right, all right.
[He's not the best patient, but if his Bonded's saying it, he'll come back in and sit down, taking the chair nearer the bed.]
Cloudy, [he answers Caster's question once he's settled.] But better'n I did going in there.
And siiiiighs, fondly, at Everett's comment.] All right, all right.
[He's not the best patient, but if his Bonded's saying it, he'll come back in and sit down, taking the chair nearer the bed.]
Cloudy, [he answers Caster's question once he's settled.] But better'n I did going in there.
[ Oh. Something is going on in here. Caster's gaze go from Myr to Everett and back. Few times in fact, as a grin creeps on his face.
Yeah, Myr's in good hands ]
Couldn't ask for a better nurse— [ Teasingly, but sadly there is business ] So you don't remember what happened? At all?
Yeah, Myr's in good hands ]
Couldn't ask for a better nurse— [ Teasingly, but sadly there is business ] So you don't remember what happened? At all?
[Everett isn't shy about their newly formed bond, temporary though it may be, if Caster does make comment of it. He'll be hanging back from the conversation, preparing some tea as he listened to them go on.
Myr hasn't been awake long, so he's just as eager to hear anything that might be in his recollection...]
Myr hasn't been awake long, so he's just as eager to hear anything that might be in his recollection...]
[Nor is Myr shy about it, if the fond way he smiles toward the sound of Everett's bustling is any indication.] And to think I was here to keep him out of trouble.
There's bits of it still in here, [he continues, losing the smile and rapping his knuckles against one temple,] but they don't make a damn bit of sense together. Like I was falling asleep the whole time but not dreaming, [because dreams would be clearer.
Sounding more frustrated,] I remember going in I fixed on committing whatever happened to memory so it's got to be there, I just can't recall what I put it under.
[Which is maybe a cryptic statement but he's too fixed on the problem of being unable to remember to...notice...]
There's bits of it still in here, [he continues, losing the smile and rapping his knuckles against one temple,] but they don't make a damn bit of sense together. Like I was falling asleep the whole time but not dreaming, [because dreams would be clearer.
Sounding more frustrated,] I remember going in I fixed on committing whatever happened to memory so it's got to be there, I just can't recall what I put it under.
[Which is maybe a cryptic statement but he's too fixed on the problem of being unable to remember to...notice...]
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[ A good choice for a very good guy. There are so many questions to ask here, and yet the more serious stuff takes the forefront. A sudden thought tho, is this how all Bonded look like? Caster can't help but wonder... Does it mean he looks the same around Lex or (worse) Archer?
Business, focus on business ]
A seal on your memory perhaps— [ It could be taken away though ] But if you hid it well, perhaps we could still find a way how to unblock that memory. I'll try by asking questions. Remember, should you need a break, just say so.
Try starting from the beginning Myr. Do you remember why they have taken you there?
[ Why does your arm hurt? ]
Business, focus on business ]
A seal on your memory perhaps— [ It could be taken away though ] But if you hid it well, perhaps we could still find a way how to unblock that memory. I'll try by asking questions. Remember, should you need a break, just say so.
Try starting from the beginning Myr. Do you remember why they have taken you there?
[ Why does your arm hurt? ]
[you're probably doomed to make mushy faces at them forever, Caster
Myr leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together below his chin; his expression's still one of frustration--but he is listening to Caster, and nodding along.]
All right--we'll give that a go.
[Whether he'd remember to ask for a break... remains to be seen.
Had he eyelids he'd let them fall shut now, chin tucked down as he turns his attention inward in response to Caster's questioning.]
Yeah--I was bitten by an infected Merrow on the way over and picked up a touch of the Cwyld. The ship's healer wasn't able to get it all out and told me to seek out the Coven here if it worsened. [Which it had, as Everett might attest.]
Myr leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together below his chin; his expression's still one of frustration--but he is listening to Caster, and nodding along.]
All right--we'll give that a go.
[Whether he'd remember to ask for a break... remains to be seen.
Had he eyelids he'd let them fall shut now, chin tucked down as he turns his attention inward in response to Caster's questioning.]
Yeah--I was bitten by an infected Merrow on the way over and picked up a touch of the Cwyld. The ship's healer wasn't able to get it all out and told me to seek out the Coven here if it worsened. [Which it had, as Everett might attest.]
[ Send help ]
So they bring there the infected. [ That's in line what was told in the network, and at least partially of what he and Zelda had seen.
Shame he napped on those few divination classes he went to— and later stopped altogether. But he remembers few things, so— he puts his hand forward and ruffles Myr's hair. A simple and affectionate gesture, but it creates a physical, touch-based connection. Especially since Caster's hand stays there. ] What was their reaction when you told them about your state? Is there something these Witches said as they led you in?
[ The usually playful drone to his voice falls into a curious simmer. If memories affected are related to the secrets within the chamber, stirring the innocent ones near it might give some results. Pointless details even, but still a hook ]
So they bring there the infected. [ That's in line what was told in the network, and at least partially of what he and Zelda had seen.
Shame he napped on those few divination classes he went to— and later stopped altogether. But he remembers few things, so— he puts his hand forward and ruffles Myr's hair. A simple and affectionate gesture, but it creates a physical, touch-based connection. Especially since Caster's hand stays there. ] What was their reaction when you told them about your state? Is there something these Witches said as they led you in?
[ The usually playful drone to his voice falls into a curious simmer. If memories affected are related to the secrets within the chamber, stirring the innocent ones near it might give some results. Pointless details even, but still a hook ]
They do, [Myr confirms. That much was in easy reach of memory.
He lifts his head a little at the touch, surprised but not bothered by it. The idea that people could just freely do that is still a little strange to him, for all he welcomes it.]
Their reaction--mm. If anything, a little disgusted, [with a note of something that's both simmering anger and a kind of weary humor. Prejudice looked much the same everywhere.] Though to give 'em credit they were being polite as they could about it, given I'm a dignitary, but it's like they'd expected as much from a Monster--risks to everyone that we are. One of them did thank me for bringing it to their attention, even if she was condescending about it...
[He trails off, chewing briefly at his lower lip as he struggles to recall more. Had they continued talking after he'd gone beyond the door itself? There'd have to have been instructions, wouldn't there? His expression beneath the blindfold grows steadily more frustrated again.] --Can't remember if there was more once we stepped through the door.
He lifts his head a little at the touch, surprised but not bothered by it. The idea that people could just freely do that is still a little strange to him, for all he welcomes it.]
Their reaction--mm. If anything, a little disgusted, [with a note of something that's both simmering anger and a kind of weary humor. Prejudice looked much the same everywhere.] Though to give 'em credit they were being polite as they could about it, given I'm a dignitary, but it's like they'd expected as much from a Monster--risks to everyone that we are. One of them did thank me for bringing it to their attention, even if she was condescending about it...
[He trails off, chewing briefly at his lower lip as he struggles to recall more. Had they continued talking after he'd gone beyond the door itself? There'd have to have been instructions, wouldn't there? His expression beneath the blindfold grows steadily more frustrated again.] --Can't remember if there was more once we stepped through the door.
[ So the door of the room are a block they won't get through. It might be possible to stir the memories there but— it will take either time or a damn good divinator. Better than a total amateur like him. ]
Bastards... [ Caster would curse them more, but instead he pats Myr one last time and takes his hand away ] Thank you, I won't interrupt your resting anymore.
[ Everett would probably step in if required, alas. He takes a small pouch with dried herbs and hands it to Myr. ]
Should your sleep be troubled, add this to tea it should help. When you feel better to let me know if you want to learn more about those memories. I might know how to get in touch with a diviner but— they won't be able to come here.
[ They're of resistance after all. ]
Bastards... [ Caster would curse them more, but instead he pats Myr one last time and takes his hand away ] Thank you, I won't interrupt your resting anymore.
[ Everett would probably step in if required, alas. He takes a small pouch with dried herbs and hands it to Myr. ]
Should your sleep be troubled, add this to tea it should help. When you feel better to let me know if you want to learn more about those memories. I might know how to get in touch with a diviner but— they won't be able to come here.
[ They're of resistance after all. ]
[Myr digs his hands into his own hair with deepening frustration as Caster leans back. Bastards, indeed; he isn't used to forgetting things any longer, and they could've done anything to him in there. (The lurking feeling of horror and violation at something that had happened says they might very well have done anything and he's forgotten all of it...)]
Don't know how much more resting I can do, [though he clearly needs it, he's disturbed enough now by the attention called to the hole in his memory he's going to be worrying at it like a missing tooth.] But--ah, [he takes the bag of herbs,] I'll give it a try. I'm sure the old man here isn't going to let me out of his sight until I'm all better.
[It's very fondly said, and Everett's direction gets another of those melting-sweet smiles.] --I can tell you now I do want to know, though. So the sooner we can go meet your diviner... [The better.
He needs to know what happened in there.]
Don't know how much more resting I can do, [though he clearly needs it, he's disturbed enough now by the attention called to the hole in his memory he's going to be worrying at it like a missing tooth.] But--ah, [he takes the bag of herbs,] I'll give it a try. I'm sure the old man here isn't going to let me out of his sight until I'm all better.
[It's very fondly said, and Everett's direction gets another of those melting-sweet smiles.] --I can tell you now I do want to know, though. So the sooner we can go meet your diviner... [The better.
He needs to know what happened in there.]
I could have never mentioned my age... [Everett sighs wistfully at teasing, bringing over tea for the two. He's handing Caster his first and then leading Myr's hand to his own. Where Caster ruffled the other faun's hair, Everett will smooth it out affectionately, sitting beside Myr with his own tea]
Wherever Myr goes, I wish to accompany him. I'm likewise curious about this diviner. [and a pointed look to Caster]
And whatever plans you're surely hatching, Caster, to get through that door and investigate. I will involve myself however is best.
Wherever Myr goes, I wish to accompany him. I'm likewise curious about this diviner. [and a pointed look to Caster]
And whatever plans you're surely hatching, Caster, to get through that door and investigate. I will involve myself however is best.
[ Caster blows at the tea, small spell of cold at the end of his breath— making the temperature of the tea go down just a bit to start drinking it immediately. It makes easier to hide the smile at the affection he's witnessing ]
I don't know the diviner's real name, but he goes by Raccoon. The guy is really talented I have to tell you that. Traded some quick lessons with him— I don't know where to find him either— [ A crooked smile. ] But Archer does.
[ Then he comments in a very conversational tone ]
Looks like we are both limited by our old men, eh Myr?
[ Never gonna live that down ]
I don't know the diviner's real name, but he goes by Raccoon. The guy is really talented I have to tell you that. Traded some quick lessons with him— I don't know where to find him either— [ A crooked smile. ] But Archer does.
[ Then he comments in a very conversational tone ]
Looks like we are both limited by our old men, eh Myr?
[ Never gonna live that down ]
[n o p e, Everett is not going to escape from the moniker now that Myr's found it. (And worse, now that he knows for an absolute certainty the teasing isn't leaving any hard feelings in its wake.)
He takes his tea gratefully, and equally gratefully leans into Everett's touch. Not an ounce of shame in him when he's feeling as unsettled as he is.]
Oh, I don't mind it so much. He's made it this far--I imagine he'll keep my youthful impetuousness enough in check I'll survive as long as he did. [g r i n n i n g up Everettward, because if he flips right to humor he doesn't have to think about the stupid, violent things he wants to do to redress himself against Dorchacht's Coven.
Almost, he wants to volunteer to go through that door again--but checks hard against the thought, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. ...No, he'll have to do his part in this another way.] Well--once Archer can get word to him, you know where to find me. If they're working this hard to hide whatever they've got back there-- The sooner we know what it is, the better.
He takes his tea gratefully, and equally gratefully leans into Everett's touch. Not an ounce of shame in him when he's feeling as unsettled as he is.]
Oh, I don't mind it so much. He's made it this far--I imagine he'll keep my youthful impetuousness enough in check I'll survive as long as he did. [g r i n n i n g up Everettward, because if he flips right to humor he doesn't have to think about the stupid, violent things he wants to do to redress himself against Dorchacht's Coven.
Almost, he wants to volunteer to go through that door again--but checks hard against the thought, the fur on the back of his neck bristling. ...No, he'll have to do his part in this another way.] Well--once Archer can get word to him, you know where to find me. If they're working this hard to hide whatever they've got back there-- The sooner we know what it is, the better.
[Mello's been pacing for going on an hour now; situations where he can do almost nothing to help are few and far-between, and this is L on the line. L. The man who had kept him going even after he'd died, the man whose image is burned into Mello's mind as both a hero and bleeding idol.]
[The stress and anger are visible on his features; his skin is paler than usual from a lack of eating and sleep. Regardless of what he's been told, Mello doesn't believe for a second that anyone present has L's best interest in mind. He's valuable; why else would they all be so determined to help him?]
Oi.
[He has to take it out on someone, doesn't he? Everyone, optimally.]
They're not fixing him; everyone keeps saying that they're trying to fucking help and he's still out.
[He glances anxiously to where L sleeps. He looks positively dead, and it's doing Mello's head in, in ways no one here can possibly understand.]
[No, he doesn't recognize you, and it doesn't matter. Because everyone is here to do something about it, aren't they? Which makes Myr both a potential asset and a suspect. Mello's eyes are fire; his posture is tense and ready to burn this place down with everyone in it if this situation isn't resolved soon.]
[Helplessness has never suited him. And it shows.]
[The stress and anger are visible on his features; his skin is paler than usual from a lack of eating and sleep. Regardless of what he's been told, Mello doesn't believe for a second that anyone present has L's best interest in mind. He's valuable; why else would they all be so determined to help him?]
Oi.
[He has to take it out on someone, doesn't he? Everyone, optimally.]
They're not fixing him; everyone keeps saying that they're trying to fucking help and he's still out.
[He glances anxiously to where L sleeps. He looks positively dead, and it's doing Mello's head in, in ways no one here can possibly understand.]
[No, he doesn't recognize you, and it doesn't matter. Because everyone is here to do something about it, aren't they? Which makes Myr both a potential asset and a suspect. Mello's eyes are fire; his posture is tense and ready to burn this place down with everyone in it if this situation isn't resolved soon.]
[Helplessness has never suited him. And it shows.]
Edited 2019-10-29 04:11 (UTC)
[Where a Witch was almost useless, a Faun--a blind Faun, at that--might fairly be even more so, yet that hasn't kept Myr from Linden's bedside. There are menial tasks even he can do to care for someone comatose; there are innumerable little items of upkeep a house needs that Adeline can't be expected to do all by herself. (He has not yet asked why she's here or what she knows or whether she's been charmed. It doesn't seem the moment for it.)
And, when the allure of mere busyness grows thin, there is prayer. He has his antlered head down now even as Mello interrupts, his interlaced fingers folded beneath his chin. Focused on invoking the Maker as he is, he--
--is still painfully attuned to the smallest sounds in the world around him, because any of them might mean Linden's waking up (or getting worse). He breathes out slowly, not letting himself be chivvied along to that final word with his Creator; it takes him a solid thirty seconds more to lift his head and respond,]
There's only so far healing magic can push things. Hurt as bad as he was, we ought to expect he'll be under longer as he mends. Waking him won't hasten the process.
[Even if Myr very dearly wishes Linden would wake, and speak, and prove his marvelous mind had taken no permanent hurt.
He simply has to hope that's in the offing, else despair will eat him hollower with every hour that ticks by without Linden stirring. Those who didn't awaken after so long often couldn't... ]
I'd suspect it's the same anywhere--or do you come from somewhere they can awaken the unconscious in hours?
[Too well he understands how helplessness can gnaw, and whether or not he likes this fellow, he can sympathize and play distraction.]
And, when the allure of mere busyness grows thin, there is prayer. He has his antlered head down now even as Mello interrupts, his interlaced fingers folded beneath his chin. Focused on invoking the Maker as he is, he--
--is still painfully attuned to the smallest sounds in the world around him, because any of them might mean Linden's waking up (or getting worse). He breathes out slowly, not letting himself be chivvied along to that final word with his Creator; it takes him a solid thirty seconds more to lift his head and respond,]
There's only so far healing magic can push things. Hurt as bad as he was, we ought to expect he'll be under longer as he mends. Waking him won't hasten the process.
[Even if Myr very dearly wishes Linden would wake, and speak, and prove his marvelous mind had taken no permanent hurt.
He simply has to hope that's in the offing, else despair will eat him hollower with every hour that ticks by without Linden stirring. Those who didn't awaken after so long often couldn't... ]
I'd suspect it's the same anywhere--or do you come from somewhere they can awaken the unconscious in hours?
[Too well he understands how helplessness can gnaw, and whether or not he likes this fellow, he can sympathize and play distraction.]
[Oh, Mello's scowl is for the ages. He's learned long ago — before and after the world collapsed and rose anew around him — that prayer does nothing. He's prayed so hard that his forehead has gone red with abrasions from cheap carpeting; prayed hard enough that the rosary which still hangs around his neck has dug near-bloody indentations in his palms. He's prayed and raged hard enough to crumble kingdoms, and it never did him any good. A waste of time: L was taken down by their Enemy, and to see someone putting faith in something so futile is both painful and enraging to witness.]
[His teeth are digging into the inside of his bottom lip; his voice is hoarse from nothing short of desperation.]
There's so much magic here. [Within himself. Within the world. He hates that he's not strong enough to fix this.] It's bullshit that we can't do anything — there has to be a way.
[There's always a way. And he's eyeing Myr with an accusatory curiosity; what is he to L? Why does his pain run so deeply? He wasn't fourteen fucking years old sitting at the detective's feet, seeing all of the knowledge of the world contained behind those large eyes, confident that he would be his successor.]
[None of them were. No one here.]
Your mouth isn't doing him any favors.
[To be fair, neither is Mello's, but he's always been shit at containing his outrage when things don't go his way. He clenches his fists, exhales a hard breath in frustration.] I'm from the same place as him; nothing can just pull someone out of a coma.
[Bitter.]
But we're not there. There has to be someone powerful enough. Something. We need to find it.
[As he's moving to the other side of L where Myr resides. Mello can't fucking look at this. It tears at something that has never truly healed over. His swallow is audible as he takes stock of L's position, his expressionless face. Death in life; what if his mentor is doomed to remain this way forever? What if he doesn't wake up?]
We can't just give up.
[The idea is offensive.]
[His teeth are digging into the inside of his bottom lip; his voice is hoarse from nothing short of desperation.]
There's so much magic here. [Within himself. Within the world. He hates that he's not strong enough to fix this.] It's bullshit that we can't do anything — there has to be a way.
[There's always a way. And he's eyeing Myr with an accusatory curiosity; what is he to L? Why does his pain run so deeply? He wasn't fourteen fucking years old sitting at the detective's feet, seeing all of the knowledge of the world contained behind those large eyes, confident that he would be his successor.]
[None of them were. No one here.]
Your mouth isn't doing him any favors.
[To be fair, neither is Mello's, but he's always been shit at containing his outrage when things don't go his way. He clenches his fists, exhales a hard breath in frustration.] I'm from the same place as him; nothing can just pull someone out of a coma.
[Bitter.]
But we're not there. There has to be someone powerful enough. Something. We need to find it.
[As he's moving to the other side of L where Myr resides. Mello can't fucking look at this. It tears at something that has never truly healed over. His swallow is audible as he takes stock of L's position, his expressionless face. Death in life; what if his mentor is doomed to remain this way forever? What if he doesn't wake up?]
We can't just give up.
[The idea is offensive.]
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[That's interesting--that's something confirmed that Linden had been so dodgy with on their first and fateful meeting: His world did lack nagic. Or, if it had it, it didn't have it to the extent anyone might be knowledgeable of its rules...
Which, fairly, not even everyone on Thedas was.]
There might be something, [he says, keeping his tone level and passing kind by force of will alone,] that magic can do; but it has its own rules, and the principle one here in Talam is that it all comes at a price. The cost might be higher than anyone with the ability might willingly pay.
[He rises from where he's sitting as he hears the other fellow come round, to put himself on more even footing. Dealing with someone so utterly bristling--even when Myr would do it kindly--always feels a little like a fight and he can't fight sitting down.]
Or they might tell us exactly what the other healers have said: It's on him now to come out of this. [More quietly,] I've faith he can. He seems to exist by the force of his own will alone.
Which, fairly, not even everyone on Thedas was.]
There might be something, [he says, keeping his tone level and passing kind by force of will alone,] that magic can do; but it has its own rules, and the principle one here in Talam is that it all comes at a price. The cost might be higher than anyone with the ability might willingly pay.
[He rises from where he's sitting as he hears the other fellow come round, to put himself on more even footing. Dealing with someone so utterly bristling--even when Myr would do it kindly--always feels a little like a fight and he can't fight sitting down.]
Or they might tell us exactly what the other healers have said: It's on him now to come out of this. [More quietly,] I've faith he can. He seems to exist by the force of his own will alone.
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