Every passing day takes me a bit further from Monday, and I'm glad for it.
[lordt what a week this has been, he has aged five hundred years. But speaking of.]
...Something chewed on him, and infection had time enough to set in. 'Twas mostly on his arms and legs, but. I'm most concerned with the time they must've gone untreated. He said it was sennights — weeks.
...Infection? [ he does not love the sound of that, actually!!! at all!!! my god. ] Just from improper treatment, then? I - ah, I know about his leg, so, you don't have to worry about that.
[ poor rynlan... his brow knits together and he makes a little note to himself, shifting his wrist to tap something into his personal device, the screen popping up above his wrist. ] How bad was it?
There was a bad gash that was older, with the bite marks over it. It looked as though they might've aggravated it. A rash, as well, though he said that didn't set in until after they were back...
[He shakes his head a little, slowly, and focuses hard on his carving work.]
Whatever it was that got him, it bit down and dug in. He thinks it'll require stitches. And he was running a fever...
[It's a little odd, the manner in which he's offering this information: like it's a list of observations and facts he'd just memorized, lacking the medical insights to really put them all together into a picture.]
[ oooogh he doesn't like this. lu bixing can put together dots, and it is too familiar to an old infection that spread through a galaxy and decimated it once for him to sit comfortably with that, but.
he doesn't show it much beyond the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he talks again, returning to fixing up the cane. ]
... Well... I'll make sure to treat it, but... let's just make sure we keep an eye on it, okay? [ this is gently, calm. ] It's likely just an infection, but, if it's anything worse than that, we want to make sure we catch onto it quickly.
[Tells or not, it's not all that difficult to guess. The toothpick is shaping itself nicely, at least. It goes faster with two people working on it, for sure.]
...If there's something we need to treat it, something we don't have. Do you suppose the demons would bargain for it?
[ he'll just tell thancred honestly, quiet. ] He said that when they were there, they were all immune to a sickness that spread from it, but... now, he's showing symptoms of having whatever degradation or infection that came from it. I don't know what the treatment would be, but - I also don't know. People have come back acting strangely from these trips.
[ harrow, your brain ] So... I told him I'd just like to keep an eye on his condition for the next 24 hours or so. Just to make sure it gets better, instead of worse.
Don't - don't take it as doomsday, though. It's more precaution than anything, I promise.
[His hands still a minute, hung up on the description. The words degradation, infection. How there hadn't been a rash, until he'd fallen off the boat and one started to spread.]
Would you tell me if it wasn't?
[Because that's always a pertinent and damning question, isn't it. And, well. It's not that he assumes Ryn would do this, but he's also not above it.]
If he told you to hide things about his condition from me, would you?
I would. [ to the first. and to the second: ] And I wouldn't.
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Lin has done that to me enough times. [ and monoeye hawk, too, really. left him in the dark. kept a secret from him for years. lin, too - hiding his injuries, brushing them off like nothing matters. ] I know how it feels to be kept in the dark because someone thinks that it's for your own good.
[Not that he's one to talk about hiding injuries, himself. Or about making choices ostensibly for someone's own good, that actually winds up being against their interest and to their detriment both.
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but he makes a soft noise, understanding. ]
...Yeah. Particularly with our usual tomorrow, right? [ just a little wryly: ] More dangerous than your usual sort.
[ your sinjuries, ] I don't mind verifying.
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but also this just made me realize i've been missing a perfect opportunity to call them rynjuries so bless this pc actually]
Plenty of people saw him fall off that boat. Any accusation would fall flat.
[but lbx still makes a very valid point, so.]
But I'd be in your debt, if you were willing to vouch for both of us.
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No debt required. [ friends!!! ] We're bonded for life after Monday, I think.
[ that's also just a little teasing. sir your crotch injuries. ] Did you check him over yesterday? What kind of shape was he in initially?
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[lordt what a week this has been, he has aged five hundred years. But speaking of.]
...Something chewed on him, and infection had time enough to set in. 'Twas mostly on his arms and legs, but. I'm most concerned with the time they must've gone untreated. He said it was sennights — weeks.
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[ poor rynlan... his brow knits together and he makes a little note to himself, shifting his wrist to tap something into his personal device, the screen popping up above his wrist. ] How bad was it?
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[He shakes his head a little, slowly, and focuses hard on his carving work.]
Whatever it was that got him, it bit down and dug in. He thinks it'll require stitches. And he was running a fever...
[It's a little odd, the manner in which he's offering this information: like it's a list of observations and facts he'd just memorized, lacking the medical insights to really put them all together into a picture.]
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he doesn't show it much beyond the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he talks again, returning to fixing up the cane. ]
... Well... I'll make sure to treat it, but... let's just make sure we keep an eye on it, okay? [ this is gently, calm. ] It's likely just an infection, but, if it's anything worse than that, we want to make sure we catch onto it quickly.
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[Tells or not, it's not all that difficult to guess. The toothpick is shaping itself nicely, at least. It goes faster with two people working on it, for sure.]
...If there's something we need to treat it, something we don't have. Do you suppose the demons would bargain for it?
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[ he'll just tell thancred honestly, quiet. ] He said that when they were there, they were all immune to a sickness that spread from it, but... now, he's showing symptoms of having whatever degradation or infection that came from it. I don't know what the treatment would be, but - I also don't know. People have come back acting strangely from these trips.
[ harrow, your brain ] So... I told him I'd just like to keep an eye on his condition for the next 24 hours or so. Just to make sure it gets better, instead of worse.
Don't - don't take it as doomsday, though. It's more precaution than anything, I promise.
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Would you tell me if it wasn't?
[Because that's always a pertinent and damning question, isn't it. And, well. It's not that he assumes Ryn would do this, but he's also not above it.]
If he told you to hide things about his condition from me, would you?
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[ ... ]
Lin has done that to me enough times. [ and monoeye hawk, too, really. left him in the dark. kept a secret from him for years. lin, too - hiding his injuries, brushing them off like nothing matters. ] I know how it feels to be kept in the dark because someone thinks that it's for your own good.
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[Not that he's one to talk about hiding injuries, himself. Or about making choices ostensibly for someone's own good, that actually winds up being against their interest and to their detriment both.
He lets out a slow breath.]
Is there. Anything I ought to be doing?