faderift | The Horned Heroes Return

WHO: Kas, Taashath + Open
WHAT: Kas and Taas return from their mission in Orlais after two months.
WHEN: Today and forward
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Kas and Taas will be under different top comments to avoid playercesting.

Seeing the bridge to Skyhold was such a huge relief that neither qunari had expected, and the accompanying group of scouts seemed just as eager to get back. Mounts were spurred a bit more, hurrying over the last stretch before they all stopped in the courtyard.

Taas slid off his horse and brushed back his brown hair from his face. It was a bit messy and not put up in the usual array of braids - and he had a need of a razor, of the beginning of a scruffy beard was anything to go by. He's wearing his usual leather and armor, although his chest is covered by a shirt for once.

He doesn't look worse for wear, aside from his nose being extra crooked. (He might need to get that fixed later.)

Giving the mount a pat on the neck, he leaves it with a stablehand and takes a look at the state of Skyhold. At least it was in once piece... and hopefully the tavern was as well.

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Kas isn't as graceful in his dismounting, but the teen does seem a little less horrible at riding than he used to be. Rubbing his butt a bit, he sighs and scratches his head slightly before looking around. The scout uniform is a little ripped in places and the bow he got from Metaari is missing, but he's unharmed and even seems to have gained a bit of weight. It makes him appear a little bit less like a scrawny child and rather the young man he really is, so it's a good look for him.

Maker bless Orlaisian tiny cakes and hard work.

There's even a little smile on his lips as he looks around, eager to see Korrin, friends and maybe even meet new people.

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"Don't worry, I'm used to it." Well, it wasn't like he went out of his way to get his nose broken, but it had taken a lot of hits in his day. This was just extra crooked and actually gave him some trouble. He snored.

"On three." Crack. Okay, it still hurt, and he grunts while holding on to the wall to not reflexively take a swing at Anders. "Ow."

Ow seems like it would be an understatement, but thankfully Anders is already casting and easing the pain as he reaches up and tries to shift the nose back into its proper shape.

"Breathe slowly and steadily through your mouth." Used to it or no, Anders always feels better talking someone through what they need to do. "I know it hurts, but soon the pain will ease."

It was quite an understatement, but Taas had learned early to disassociate pain from himself. It didn't mean it didn't throb as hell, though. Still, he manages to do what Anders says and breathes calmly through his mouth as the healer pokes the bone and cartilage into a less messed up position. It had always been a little bent after years of fighting, but the straighter the better right now.

"You're good at this." He mentions softly, as to not mess up the blonde's work.

"Fortunately," he says as he continues healing. "I lived in Darktown for seven years as their sole healer. There were a lot of fights, a lot of... accidents, and a lot of drunks. I don't think a single week went by down there when I didn't need to do this for someone."

He casts now, setting things in place and knitting some of the damaged flesh together. "Setting broken noses and bones, and dealing with sexually transmitted infections. That was what I was most known for. It was a glamorous life."

The warrior listens at that with a curious look, even if he's momentarily sidetracked by the weird feeling of his nose getting healed. He would never get used to see magic used this way, but it was damn useful.

It said a lot of things about saarebas, honestly.

"Glamorous, indeed. You must have been damn busy, being the only one. I guess you can handle almost anything, though? From sex diseases to childbirth, all in one place." He chuckles slightly, even if he has to stop himself at once since the involuntary movement jostled his damn nose.

"They couldn't afford Chantry prices for their caged healers, and the Chantry wasn't about to give charity to the poor. How could they? It's not like that's what the Chant expects of them."

His voice practically drips in sarcasm, though it's not angrily so, a rarity. Taas is joking around. Anders can manage to not give in to darker thoughts. Especially as the man jostles his poor nose. Anders is gentle as he rests a hand on Taas' cheek, keeping his face more still.

"But yes. There's very little I've not seen, though I cannot say I can handle almost anything. There are some things there is no healing for. And there are people who refuse magical healing despite when it can fix matters, and I can do nothing there."

Unlike here. The nose is healing nicely under his hands.

"When I'm done here, I'll want you to be careful for a couple of weeks. It will be healed, but it will be vulnerable to easier breakage for that time."

The Horned Heroes Return

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