For Dave Strider and Dave Strider

[not_only_wisdom]

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."

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[stridersgonnastride]

Dave frowns, slightly. "you know a lot about time stuff or something

"i've made more time loops than you've made shitty cups of tea okay"

[not_only_wisdom]

Dave deserves the withering glare he is presented with.

"I've been coming to Milliways for quite some time, which always helps. As for the rest, I'm a healer, and a good one, so if you'd like that ache in your head to go away, best get to drinking."

At least she does not threaten to box his ears?

[stridersgonnastride]

"that's what this is"

He eyes the tea. "i've had worse i could probably walk it off

"or maybe skateboard it off"

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve hmmphs.

"You'd give any woolheaded sheep farmer a run for his money. Sit there in pain, then. But you'll not be leaving here until it's past, then."

Take that.

[stridersgonnastride]

Dave blinks at her. "you and what army huh i'm fine i could totally get up and like fucking fly out of here right now"

Maybe.

If he felt like it.

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve just scowls at him. Darkly.

"As if I needed an army to deal with a patient."

Never in her life.

Ever. Not even Rand al'Thor.

[stridersgonnastride]

"you gonna sit on me you're a buck twenty soaking wet"

Dave hunches a little more, then is distracted by the crackle of paper under his cape. He pulls out a folded letter. Looks like future-him left a note.

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve lifts her chin.

"I am Aes Sedai."

She'll pin him with flows of Air, is what she'll do.

Or, you know. Quell him with the force of her crankiness. Whichever.

"Now drink the bloody tea!"

[stridersgonnastride]

"fat chance"

Dave's voice is flat and uncaring, but his eyes are glued to the piece of paper. It has a few spare lines of red ink on it. It isn't signed.

"huh"

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve exhales sharply.

"Good, so you've found it."

Then she goes back to the desk, sifting through her bag of herbs and simples until she finds a sachet of the same herbs in the tea.

Maybe if she brews some more and drinks it herself . . .

[stridersgonnastride]

The note vanishes into his sylladex for further study, when he has more privacy.

"did you talk to him"

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve arches an eyebrow, though it doesn't really disturb the scowl on the rest of her face.

"Who? The other you?"

She's already begun brewing another pot of bitter-tasting tea. Judicious (and visible) weaves of fire make that a lot easier than having to find a stove.

[stridersgonnastride]

"yeah he say anything"

He apparently finds the contents of the letter not completely satisfying.

[not_only_wisdom]

"Just that you'd hurt yourself your first time here, and that you would have a headache when you woke up. I believe that's because he remembered it."

She snorts again.

Loudly.

Time hijinks. Thanks, Milliways.

"I didn't ask much else, as I was mainly concerned with making sure you suffered as little damage as possible from your fool stunt."

Hmmph.

[stridersgonnastride]

"with magic right you some kind of life class"

He saw the fire too, though.

[not_only_wisdom]

"I'm Yellow Ajah."

Her scowl deepens for a moment as she realizes that in Milliways this requires more explanation.

"We're the Healers among the Aes Sedai."

[stridersgonnastride]

"so yes then"

[not_only_wisdom]

"If that's what this life class means for you, then it will do as well as any."

She reserves the right to object later.

[stridersgonnastride]

"so this shit is like healing tea"

He sounds unimpressed.

Or maybe just bored.

Or tired.

[not_only_wisdom]

"Pain-relieving tea, more like. I don't trust you stumbling about now with that much of an ache in your head."

Drink the tea and you can leave, Dave. Sooner than if you don't drink it, anyway.

[stridersgonnastride]

"it smells rank what's in it"

Is it poison, Nynaeve?

"i guess even if it kills me death from tea isn't very heroic probably come back from that one real fast"

[not_only_wisdom]

"Sleepwell root. I can drink some, too, if it will make you feel more comfortable. I might take a nap after. It does make one drowsy."

There is no lie in her words.

[stridersgonnastride]

"sure because drinking shitty tea and sleeping in a weird hospital in a bar sounds like fun and games for everyone. pass out some party favors maybe a round of hot potato and musical chairs"

[not_only_wisdom]

Nynaeve hmmphs.

"As if I'd leave you here unattended. Or unwarded, if you prefer."

Or both.

[stridersgonnastride]

He never thought he'd miss Davesprite.

"what's warded"