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."

Comments

[veryvorkosigan]

"I think so," she says slowly, after a moment. "I mean, I can't fathom how that could be made to happen, but I think I've got the basic parameters."

[stridersgonnastride]

"no one actually understands this shit even rose and vriska. it's all bullshit video game logic you do the quest you level up and get your powers

"getting out is the hard part it just sucks you further back like some asshole trying to get the last of his special edition shamrock shake up through a straw that's too small"

He shakes his head. "anyway yeah that makes it harder to kick the bucket"

[veryvorkosigan]

"Well, however it works then," she says briskly, "that's a result I approve of."