[Open] Sometimes...

[wontforgetyou]

WHO: Jamie and you!
WHAT: Recovery after the events here
WHEN: Mid-Kingsway through the end of Harvestmere
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: CW for references to the shardbearer plot, so torture, forced lyrium ingestion, hallucinations, violence and other Bad Things. The first part in healer tents features lyrium withdrawal and may involve the possibility of the getting glimpses of other people's memories. If you would like to have Jamie pick up your character's memories, let me know via pm or in your header, whichever you prefer.

[Healers Tents]

It's no surprise that after being taken by the Venatori and experimented on, Jamie winds up having an extended stay in the healers tents. Not only does the lyrium have to work its way out of his system, contend with, he has a concussion and cracked ribs to contend with as well, and for the first couple of weeks he's fairly out of it, still having problems distinguishing people he knows here from people he knew back home. As time goes on and the lyrium wears off that starts to improve, slowly but surely, although his head still hurts and it's still hard to breathe.

[Still the healers tents]

Eventually, however, the worst of the lyrium has passed through his system, leaving him more his usual self - and that usual self is one that doesn't much care for being stuck in bed, no matter how injured he is. There's more than one time where he insists he's perfectly fine, and more than one time where he might very well wind up being caught at trying to sneak out of his bed and out of the the healing tents entirely. Whether or not he's successful depends on whoever catches him wants to do...but he's supposed to be resting, so steering him back to lie down is definitely always an option.

[New quarters and out and about]

Finally he's deemed well enough to be able to be let out on his own, and left to his own devices. The very tiny room that he's been working on fixing up for months now is finally done, and he's finally able to move his belongings out from where they've been stored and put them someplace he can call his own. He might have to look into getting a roommate at some point, but for now he works on settling in and getting back into something like a routine. Not too long after he's released from the tents, he gets a present of sorts - a set of dragon armor, crafted from his share of the hide of the dragon he helped to kill months ago. There's a fitting or two to make sure everything is where is should be, but once that's done, he settles into training, both with sword and shard. He knows he's got to be able to control that extra ability it's developed, or at some point someone's going to get hurt that he doesn't want to get hurt. So while sometimes he can be found at the pells like everyone else, other times he's in remote areas, practicing at reliably shooting those small projectiles out of the mark.

Days like that leave him tired and his hand aching, but while he used to pop around to the healers tents, even that ache doesn't seem to be enough to get him to go there any more. Instead he can be found at the tavern having a drink, or tucked away in a corner practicing finger exercises on his chanter. Sometimes he still goes to the stables, too, even though he isn't living there any longer. He likes being around the horses, and here more than anywhere else you can catch him idly carving small pieces of wood. Nothing he does is terribly fancy, but some of pieces do eventually turn into things someone could wear or display - well, if you happen to like tiny figures of various semi-recognizable beasties, that is.

[Once a piper... (end of Harvestmere)]

It takes quite some time for his cracked ribs to heal to the point where it doesn't hurt to draw a breath, and longer still before he's able to sustain the breath he needs to properly play, but eventually, one day, there's a noise that's possibly familiar to the people who know Jamie well - the skirl of bagpipes, the sound carrying from high up on the battlements and traveling throughout Skyhold. Unlike some of the other times he's played, it's a somber sound, the tune itself sad and maybe just a little haunting. There's a reason behind the song, a promise he'd made to himself awhile ago, and even though it may be a little rougher around the edges than usual, it's something he's determined to see through, even if there's a risk someone might come up and try and figure out what's going on. He can deal with that if it happens. Until then, he's going to play.

Comments

[Healing tents, picking up on memories is fine!]

[circleprodigy]

Inessa isn't a regular healer at the tents, as she's often set past Skyhold. When she can be more effective elsewhere, it only makes sense for that to be a priority. That said, one night she'll sit in so more of the regulars can get some rest. If an emergency arises, well, that's what the sending crystals are for.

The slight elven woman divides her time between mixing potions at a table and checking on patients. If they seem to be resting and not in pain, she'll let them be, only pausing to refill glasses and the like. However, Jamie's lyrium-poisoning is noted and she takes care to observe him more often, as he seems to need it. Her mabari companion agrees, and heads over whenever Jamie's awake, not demanding petting or playtime, just gently nuzzling a hand or being a comforting presence. She tends to be just behind, at least long enough to ensue that his presence is wanted. Sometimes people just need to rest, and that's understandable.

Approaching with more water, Inessa nods, expression sympathetic. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything more?"

[Healing tents, post-lyrium withdrawal]

[gatheringstorm]

"Jamie? Tsk, for shame." Spotting his escape attempt, Korrin crosses her arms and smirks at her own hypocrisy, knowing she'd be just as stir-crazy by now. "Are you and Araceli in a competition to see which can be the worst patient? Because I have to tell you, she's probably still going to win that one."

And while she speaks, the Vashoth woman approaches to help support him.

Post-Tents

[youwonscience]

Cosima isn't exactly going around to check on everyone who was in the dungeons with her. (She's a little embarrassed about talking to Martel, for instance, even though being draped over one another while too hurt to fight was a hell of a bonding exercise on paper.) But Jaime and Lexa are something a little different. Of course, they were together in the tents, but that wasn't really a time that encouraged conversation. Especially the part where they were blurrily sharing memories and hallucinating.

So she's seeking him out now, just to... see. She doesn't expect okay, but she hopes for healing. For her part, she looks physically well enough, if a bit pale; she's not proud of that, and what it says about her own uselessness.

She slides in next to him at the tavern. "Can I buy the next round?"

Healing tents, memory glimpses fine

[justice_is_blond]

Between patients, even after he's seen to Jamie, Anders spends a fair amount of time checking up on the man. He counts him as a friend, and he can't exactly say he has a lot of those even though he has far more now than at any other time in his life.

When Jamie stirs, Anders offers him a faint smile. "How is the beauty sleep going? It seems to be making a difference in the new look. I approve." There may be a little worry in the pinch of his eyes, but he's trying to keep that contained. Jamie will live. There's just no telling, yet, what the lasting effects of this may be.

[Out and about]

[conqueredhearts]

Iskandar could often be found at the stables these days since that was where his horse resided. He even tended to sleep in the stall with him now that he found he actually required sleep again. Honestly it was rather comfortable and he enjoyed the smell of the animals around him.

It was from this stall that he stepped out, patting the nose of a very large black horse. Then again, he was impressive himself. Nearly seven feet tall and a solid mass of muscles. Of course, he made up for that intense appearance by having a warm smile on his face as he closed the stall door then fished for a treat for the horse.

"There Bucephalus. I will see if I can obtain more for you, my friend." He laughed a bit then looked over at the boy carving wood. "Good day, my friend. What is it that you make there?"

Healing tents, memories are fine if you want!

[ancarrow]

Eirlys hears the sound of bare feet slapping on the canvas floor and pokes her head through the compartment to see Jamie halfway to the door. She's encouraged that he feels strong enough to move, but she knows that he's not ready to try going anywhere yet. Setting down her pestle she comes through to wrap an arm around his shoulder and guide him back to bed.

"Let's get you settled, shall we?"

Bagpipes. Always bagpipes.

[bookish_lioness]

She might not know Jamie overly well, but she certainly recognizes that sound. She's heard it often enough, though most of the times she's heard it back home had been linked to sorrowful occasions. As it is, the notes don't sound particularly cheery, so when she steps out onto the brisk battlements and finds the source of the music, she's immediately concerned.

Even so, she doesn't interrupt him, or even move directly into his line of sight. Let him play what he needs to play, and notice her in his own time. When he's ready to look up, he'll see Hermione standing there, looking at him with a concerned question in her eyes.