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ways_infirmary2016-11-15 05:21 pm
not_only_wisdom) wrote in ways_infirmary2016-11-15 05:21 pm
For Dave Strider and Dave Strider
Nynaeve is taking this time in the infirmary to portion out and label more of her simples, tisanes, and poultices for general use.
Her hair -- shorn now to her shoulders -- is pinned up, and she wears a yellow-fringed shawl on her shoulders.
" -- for headache," she mutters to herself, writing down dosage instructions in neat, even letters. "One cup at need, no longer than a week."
Her hair -- shorn now to her shoulders -- is pinned up, and she wears a yellow-fringed shawl on her shoulders.
" -- for headache," she mutters to herself, writing down dosage instructions in neat, even letters. "One cup at need, no longer than a week."
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Such are the side effects of embracing saidar, here at the end of the universe.
"Boys never manage anything simple. Sit. And try not to talk unless it's important."
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He also doesn't sit, but hovers cautiously outside of her reach, eyeing his unconscious other self.
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Nynaeve makes a quick, frustrated noise, even as multicolored threads spring up around her fingertips, sieving their way through the smaller boy's body, leaving no damage behind.
This is what it is to Delve for the extent of injuries.
It's almost as if the bigger Dave weren't here right now. Or, you know. He's the least of her concerns.
"Bad, but manageable. Who had the training of him, to let him do this to himself?"
Asha'man were likely to hurt themselves this way, but men are ridiculous creatures and what can one really expect --
Mmmph.
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"the bar's time warp thing threw him for a loop this is the first time he's been here"
Dave brushes at the spot of blood on his shirt and sighs.
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"He tried to stop the loop? Blood and bloody ashes, it's a wonder he's not dead."
Seriously, she would love a braid to tug just now.
"Shh."
More threads spring up around her hands, a spinning funnel spreading to cover his top half, with the densest knot of threads around his head, and then sinks in.
Little Dave will feel a rush of cold through his body, spreading energetic pinpricks in its wake.
"Get me a cloth from that drawer there, and run some water into a basin."
Someone's going to have to get the blood off this child's face. For one.
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One of the worst headaches of his life up to that point, anyway.
Dave does as directed, wetting the cloth and wringing out the excess before bringing everything over to her.
"what are you doing anyway"
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"Healing him. It's done. And you're right, he will have a headache, but I have teas for that. And sleep will help, too. So keep your bloody voice bloody down."
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He sticks his hands in his pockets. "i gotta go clean up my time stuff and talk to some people you gonna be okay here or do you have any more questions"
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Her brow is furrowed in a very fierce scowl.
"And if they do, should he be allowed to go with whoever it is?"
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Dave shrugs. "few friends of mine are gonna visit some of them are grey and have horns so don't freak out"
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"So long as they aren't Forsaken. I'll make no promises there."
Otherwise Nynaeve will set them on fire so fast.
(No word that is not true is -- an adjustment, still. But it does grow easier.)
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"thanks for the help i'm gonna go check in then leave myself a note then ollie out"
He nods to her.
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If this is a thing that happens to young children, what lies ahead for the older ones?
Healing means the damage has already been done, after all.