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[youwonscience]

WHO: Cosima Niehaus - and you?
WHAT: Catch-all log for August
WHEN: Handwavey depending on when your character will be around Skyhold
WHERE: ...Skyhold
NOTES: While Cosima is going to be ill in one of the starters, it is fair to assume she'll be back on her feet within a week or two, so feel free to assume she looks fine if you run into her outside the healer's tent. (Alternately, if you'd like her looking a little peaky as a hook, that works too!) If you want something other than the hooks below, or want to chat first, DM me or grab me on plurk.

I. Healer's Tents

Cosima has been instructed to rest, and at first, the instruction is unnecessary; she's too weak to do much else. But spirit healing seems to have done the trick, at least temporarily, and as her strength starts to come back, it brings her curiosity with it. Thus, whenever no one is there to order her back to her cot, she wanders - mostly respectfully keeping her distance, but occasionally asking a question if she thinks she can get away with it. Some of the healing is related to medicine as she understands it. Some of it she has no frame of reference for at all. But concerns like "not wearing herself out" are secondary to learning more about what's going on as they patch people back together. She's not as well as she'd like to think, but she's well enough to get restless.

II. Kitchens

It is well known that convalescence requires baked goods. Cosima is still hesitant about overstepping, since she technically hasn't joined the Inquisition; she's a refugee, and she's well aware of how long she wouldn't last if someone decided to kick her out. So she is very scrupulous about asking first before she takes anything and about trying not to be unreasonable in how frequently she asks.

It's not her fault that those little buns with the jam that tastes like peach in the center are so addictive.

III. Various Around Skyhold - Roommate Search

Once she's determined that she's eligible for a barracks room, Cosima has decided to get one. What she hasn't entirely resigned herself to facing is a randomly assigned roommate. She's too old for that nonsense. On the other hand, she doesn't exactly have a huge roster of acquaintances to ask. So she's compromising by asking around. If someone else is looking for a roommate, at least they can have a beer together and make sure they don't hate each other before committing to cohabitation.

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[youwonscience]

Cosima doesn't generally oversleep. Didn't. But ignoring the fact she's unwell with no way to treat it somehow did not result in making her autoimmune condition go away.

Until now, it had mainly been the blood in her coughs, and then only occasionally. Easy enough to hide, with some planning and some attention to laundering handkerchiefs discreetly. But this particular morning, she's finding it hard to get out of bed at all. She feels sore all over, and while she obviously can't see her own face, her color is on the gray side.

Maybe, she thinks, she'll sleep it off and feel better. Maybe she'll ride out the episode and no one will notice her absence. Maybe she'll wake up at home.

(Or maybe she'll cure pancreatic cancer using elfroot, honey and wishing really hard, a small part of her mind offers sarcastically.)

She pulls the covers over her head and waits for something to change, too weak and sore to do anything else.

I. Healer's Tents (Early August)

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin's been a frequent visitor to the healing tents ever since her sudden return from Orlais late last month, stopping in to check on one patient in particular but not so antisocial as to ignore anyone else she passes. Granted, her deepening concern has her a bit distracted these days, but she never intends to be rude about it. The tall (at least a head taller than most human men), horned woman is just returning to the tents with a plate of fresh hearth cakes, hoping that will tempt a certain person into having an appetite, when she spots the human woman who's not one of the healing staff. A patient, then.

"Let me guess, you're not supposed to be on your feet yet." Her lips twitch a little, those her gaze is understanding. If there's anything she hates, it's being stuck idle in a cot and told to remain that way until someone deems otherwise.

1.

[justice_is_blond]

He doesn't notice her right away, busy frowning at some notes as he chops some herbs, but when he does his frown increases. It's the woman he'd ambushed with Sam during the snowfight, and a patient. A patient who should be resting.

"I'm fairly certain you're not supposed to be on your feet yet." Despite the frown, his voice is friendly enough. He's not angry, simply thinking. "Is there something you needed, or something keeping you awake?"

II

[thecookery]

Avery is currently the smallest person in the kitchens by almost a foot and maybe a hundred pounds, and yet somehow she is still less approachable-looking than the three massive, horned chefs working with her right now. It's kind of a gift when you think about it.

Still, it could be worse. They're at least all focused on the work rather than arguing today. One of the Tal-Vashoth even seems to be humming some sort of jaunty tune as he chops up vegetables.

Unfortunately perhaps, depending on your point-of-view, it's not him but Avery who notices Cosima first and narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You need something?"

I

[amygdalae]

While in the past there was a comfort of sorts being in the tents, these days Bruce tends to wander around in the areas surrounding the tents. Its not as if there aren't people outside as well in need of help - its just that their need wasn't as urgent as those ushered in. Most of the other healers could handle those; Bruce would focus on the ones outside so they didn't have to wait for something as minor as a cold or a simple injury that some poultice and bandages could easily fix.

In fact, right now Bruce was about attending to a group of elderly folk (or at least, elderly folk who bore no grudge against him for the whole mage thing) when one of them paused to talk about 'that Rifter girl in the tents' who was now coming in their general direction. Bruce glanced over as well to see said 'Rifter girl', frowning as he recalls where he had seen her before. He wasn't the one who had looked over her, but he's certain that she should exactly be up and about anyway.

[fightorfright]

The woman is not one of Amélie's patients; she prefers to stick to simple things, colds and bruising, perhaps a broken bone or two. That being said, Amélie is still somewhat certain that the woman isn't quite ready to be wandering about on her own yet, but who is Amélie to tell people what to do?

The tents are one of the few places Amélie carries her staff, a simple instrument, the most basic foci possible. It sits awkwardly in her hands ever since she'd become reaccustomed to travelling without it. "Feeling better?" she asks, brow slightly lifted as though she won't believe it if the woman answers in the affirmative.

III

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Okay, wait, so you're just literally looking for a roomie? Sharing a room with total strangers just doesn't have any appeal?" He's making fun, mostly, but Church sure didn't expect it. He scratches at his scruff. "You could put something up on the board, like ye olde timey craigslist. The kinda people you're looking for."

Kitchens

[universal_charm]

Something smelled different that day. In a good way. He wasn't sure he had ever smelled this sort of thing from the kitchen before, and it was more than enough to draw his curiosity. Especially since he was hungry from his morning workout. Whatever it was, he could definitely part with a few coins for them.

He sneaks his way into the kitchen, following the scent, pausing when he sees Cosima.

"If those little buns taste as good as they smell, I am approving your berth on my ship here and now."

2

[apostafuckyou]

Cosima had been turned away, but when she came out into the courtyard, Raylan was standing against the wall outside the door, looking like a model. He was chewing and had a small bag in his hand.

"Swiped these while you had their attention," he said around a mouthful, reaching in and handing her a bun. It wasn't the peach kind, but the same pastry. He swallowed, then spoke again. "You look like you're supposed to be in bed," he told her, with an assessing squint. She wasn't looking to be at peak health at the moment. Not that he knew what that should look like for a rifter, he supposed. Maybe they just looked pale and skinny and tired like that normally. (He doubted it.)