"Fortunately, I escaped their clutches. Or they just didn't think I was a good carrier or something."
She looks to the side, a little awkward.
"Anyway, as long as you're all well now, right? No lingering effects - at least, that's what I've heard with others. And now we just have to work on repairs and getting the town back to where it was."
Thank gods the planting hadn't been affected. All that hard work...
"If you or Cerrit need anything we can dispense, all you have to do is ask. Or whatever else - we're all-" She stops herself from saying we're all in the same boat, finding it distasteful. "Traveling the same road, so to speak. And I haven't forgotten what you asked me before, about magic - it's just a matter of when you have free time."
"Yeah, I think I'm alright," Leon says, nodding. "I mean, I've got a headache that could kill god, but I hear that's not too out of the ordinary for what happens after you, uh, die here."
At least he didn't wake up somewhere fucked up! Crawling back home with his brain in a vise would've been the rotten cherry on top of the spoiled sundae that was this whole experience. In any case, he raises his eyebrows at the near-miss of that particular turn of phrase, getting ready to say something stupid to return fire before Fever dodges it entirely.
"Will do - and that's great, I actually just got off work, if you're free now." He seems considerably more enthused about this topic of conversation, lighting up like a dog that's just heard the word 'treat'. The idea of learning how to do magic had sort of fallen by the wayside with all there was to do to get settled in here and then get unsettled by the whole boat adventure, but now there seems to be time for it at last.
"I am - walk with me? We'll want a good place to sit, to start."
And she'd prefer somewhere grassy instead of indoors, after getting off her shift. A bit of fresh air was always welcome. Still, though, she peers at him.
"Do you need anything for the headache? I actually have medicine on me for exactly that."
Leon makes a theatrical 'after you' gesture, following along readily as she heads off to wherever she has in mind.
"Yeah? Sure, if you can spare any." Truthfully, he'd kind of had every intention of just toughing it out for reasons he hadn't chosen to examine but probably had a lot to do with a weird cocktail of guilt and machismo, but it's a little easier to take an out if it's being directly offered to him. That does beg the question, though - "You get a lot of headaches? Or did you die back there, too, or something?"
The little box she takes from her bag is unremarkable, and the pills inside much the same - she takes one out and offers it to Leon before tucking it away. Most of them are at home, but this is her just-in-case. It had been an unwelcome return when she had none on that ship. Fever knows how incapacitating such can be, and toughing it out anyway. She could, but when one doesn't have to, it's a relief.
"Sally makes these, and they're perfect. Should put an end to your headache's deity-slaying potential."
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The winged woman who put him down had made it pretty quick, too, and it still sucked a lot. Leon huffs, taking the pills with a nod and a quick "Thanks" before demonstrating his well developed and ill-advised skill at dry-swallowing medication.
"Yeah? I should have guessed. She's pretty great at what she does. It's a relief to have someone like that around here."
He guesses the locals have their more magical apothecary traditions to fall back on, but there's something comforting about more familiar forms of medicine, and it sounds like there's pros and cons to each from what he can tell.
"It is. Magic can't fix everything, after all - you need healers just the same."
One person only has so much energy in them to give at a time, and that's just for wounds alone. Poisons will need antidotes. And the average person can't just spell away a fever, in her experience. (Neither type of one.)
And besides, not every mage knows how to heal. She's proof enough of that.
"Yeah?" Leon glances over at her, curious. "Makes sense. It's just funny to hear that - back where I come from if someone's trying to be a dismissive asshole about how hard or complicated a problem is to solve, they say there's no magic fix for it."
No waving a magic wand and wishing the problem away, or whatever.
"I'm guessing that's not as much of a turn of phrase when magic is real and takes work to learn or master, though."
"Oh, we still have it. The phrase has more of a sense about being realistic about what a fix will take, though. Even though magic is real, that doesn't mean you're necessarily going to be able to use it to solve your problem. You can't spell away a debt, ruining your reputation, stabbing the wrong person - well, you can fix his wounds, if you've both learned magic and can use healing spells, but you can't fix that you did stab him."
Some people held onto things like that. Others might become friends.
"Point is, there's limits. Even if some sorts wish there weren't. That'd be terrible, actually."
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She looks to the side, a little awkward.
"Anyway, as long as you're all well now, right? No lingering effects - at least, that's what I've heard with others. And now we just have to work on repairs and getting the town back to where it was."
Thank gods the planting hadn't been affected. All that hard work...
"If you or Cerrit need anything we can dispense, all you have to do is ask. Or whatever else - we're all-" She stops herself from saying we're all in the same boat, finding it distasteful. "Traveling the same road, so to speak. And I haven't forgotten what you asked me before, about magic - it's just a matter of when you have free time."
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At least he didn't wake up somewhere fucked up! Crawling back home with his brain in a vise would've been the rotten cherry on top of the spoiled sundae that was this whole experience. In any case, he raises his eyebrows at the near-miss of that particular turn of phrase, getting ready to say something stupid to return fire before Fever dodges it entirely.
"Will do - and that's great, I actually just got off work, if you're free now." He seems considerably more enthused about this topic of conversation, lighting up like a dog that's just heard the word 'treat'. The idea of learning how to do magic had sort of fallen by the wayside with all there was to do to get settled in here and then get unsettled by the whole boat adventure, but now there seems to be time for it at last.
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And she'd prefer somewhere grassy instead of indoors, after getting off her shift. A bit of fresh air was always welcome. Still, though, she peers at him.
"Do you need anything for the headache? I actually have medicine on me for exactly that."
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"Yeah? Sure, if you can spare any." Truthfully, he'd kind of had every intention of just toughing it out for reasons he hadn't chosen to examine but probably had a lot to do with a weird cocktail of guilt and machismo, but it's a little easier to take an out if it's being directly offered to him. That does beg the question, though - "You get a lot of headaches? Or did you die back there, too, or something?"
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The little box she takes from her bag is unremarkable, and the pills inside much the same - she takes one out and offers it to Leon before tucking it away. Most of them are at home, but this is her just-in-case. It had been an unwelcome return when she had none on that ship. Fever knows how incapacitating such can be, and toughing it out anyway. She could, but when one doesn't have to, it's a relief.
"Sally makes these, and they're perfect. Should put an end to your headache's deity-slaying potential."
cw: non-graphic discussion of past character death
The winged woman who put him down had made it pretty quick, too, and it still sucked a lot. Leon huffs, taking the pills with a nod and a quick "Thanks" before demonstrating his well developed and ill-advised skill at dry-swallowing medication.
"Yeah? I should have guessed. She's pretty great at what she does. It's a relief to have someone like that around here."
He guesses the locals have their more magical apothecary traditions to fall back on, but there's something comforting about more familiar forms of medicine, and it sounds like there's pros and cons to each from what he can tell.
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One person only has so much energy in them to give at a time, and that's just for wounds alone. Poisons will need antidotes. And the average person can't just spell away a fever, in her experience. (Neither type of one.)
And besides, not every mage knows how to heal. She's proof enough of that.
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No waving a magic wand and wishing the problem away, or whatever.
"I'm guessing that's not as much of a turn of phrase when magic is real and takes work to learn or master, though."
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Some people held onto things like that. Others might become friends.
"Point is, there's limits. Even if some sorts wish there weren't. That'd be terrible, actually."