Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

[unbrokenoath]

WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE: Camp Shady Fuckers The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads

Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.

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Physical Therapy

[failedfirst]

Velanna knows Nathaniel well enough to know the difference between his regular scowl and one of pain. Initially, she leaves it alone. Anders is a far more capable healer than she'll ever be, and she doesn't believe excessive magical healing is always the best route anyway (which is a little bit because it's a sore spot that healer magic has always been something she's only been passable at.)

Eventually, though, she makes her way over to a scowling Nathaniel and holds a palm-sized satchel out to him.

"Take this."

[pinprick]

He takes it in his left hand and weighs it. "What is it?"

[failedfirst]

"A salve. Made of Elfroot and a few other things. It will help with the pain." Because while healing magic isn't her forte, what the forest has to offer for healing is.

[pinprick]

He looks faintly surprised. He opens the parcel and the jar inside, and sniffs experimentally. A little is spread over the scar on his arm and around it. Velanna's herbalism is, among the Wardens he knows, second to none.

"Thank you."

She acts like she hates everything, and then she does something like this. Always. He saw that once, and thought she only needed a friend to develop into...something. But maybe she was only ever going to develop into Velanna + Wardens, the best case compromise. That's enough.

[failedfirst]

She does try. It's difficult, as long as she feels like she's being pulled in two different directions; her desire to save her sister and preserve her Dalish heritage, and the increasing kinship she feels for the Wardens. She may not ever fully embrace her new way of life, but there is an attempt.

"It's nothing. I used to make the same salve for-" she pauses briefly, frowning at herself before continuing with some vague hesitance "The hunters. Humans attempt to sell something similar in their markets but it's a poor imitation. This will help."

[pinprick]

Nathaniel bobs his head as he massages the salve in. "It feels good. Thank you."

He hasn't talked about the wound, or how restless he is, how anxious to start shooting again. Shooting has always been his way of recharging, of sorting out his thoughts. He knows he is expected to make a full recovery, but he's not always convinced.

[failedfirst]

"You already thanked me," she replies, shifting a little uncomfortably, turning for a moment like she's going to leave, before turning back again.

"Just don't get yourself hurt again."

[pinprick]

"That is never the plan," Nathaniel deadpans. "And yet it still happens."

Then it occurs to him that this is Velanna expressing concern, even fondness. Well. Maybe she needs a little exposure to how condescending her attitude is.

[failedfirst]

She bristles at that, the tips of her ears turning red despite her efforts to keep her embarrassment in check.

"I am well aware of that," she snaps, maybe a little harsher than she meant to because she's overcompensating. "I just- Nevermind. Do what you will, I don't care."