It's not something that would be too terribly difficult to create. There may even be a chance to make something more suitable for serious injuries, beyond what could be carried here. Not every party ventures with a surgeon or a healer.
[ Surgeon first, healer second; she is growing more amiable to magical healing but she will never be as tolerant as she could be.
Well enough, despite the most recent of their dramas. [ Her wedding and their kidnapping, of course, but she doesn't expect a great discussion about that matter.
[He acknowledges it with a small hum, a thoughtful look passing over his face. For a very small moment, Flint studies her - clearly on the verge of proposing something -, and then he must dismiss whatever thought plagues him.]
I look forward to the list for the poultice. If there is anything else that occurs to you, feel free to append it.
[And that is that. With a twitch of his fingers, he motions her toward the door.
There is no calling her back. No instance where she arrives at the door and he says something to briefly hold her there. Oh, as a last favor Lady Rutyer, he might say but doesn't. Would you mind saying nothing of this conversation to your husband?
It would mean more were she to do it all on her own without being prompted.]
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[ Surgeon first, healer second; she is growing more amiable to magical healing but she will never be as tolerant as she could be.
There's good reason. ]
Yes, lately of Nevarra City.
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I don't suppose they might be a reliable source of news from the city.
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The question, though, makes her sigh. ]
My brother might.
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I look forward to the list for the poultice. If there is anything else that occurs to you, feel free to append it.
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Of course. I would be more than glad to.
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[It's a joke - bone dry and self-effacing humor, but humor nonetheless.]
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[ Her lips twitch, just a little, and she gives him a proper curtsey. ]
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[And that is that. With a twitch of his fingers, he motions her toward the door.
There is no calling her back. No instance where she arrives at the door and he says something to briefly hold her there. Oh, as a last favor Lady Rutyer, he might say but doesn't. Would you mind saying nothing of this conversation to your husband?
It would mean more were she to do it all on her own without being prompted.]