"A pulled muscle," he repeated flatly, his scrutinizing stare wandering up from the brightly coloured packets to meet Simon's eyes.
"I imagine," he continued in that aggravatingly slow way of his, "that you do not have the luxury to simply rest it? Or perhaps..."
He turned away, instead opening the bottom drawer of his medicine pack. He rummaged a bit, selecting a moderately sized yellow silk pouch, embroidered with a pattern of red plum blossoms. He gradually filled it with various dried herbs and roots. Then, among a rack glass vials, he selected one, and held it up to the light for inspection. He finally seemed to remember he'd trailed off mid-sentence.
"...You did not consider it an option?" He cast a sidelong glance to Simon, before replacing the vial and selecting another, seemingly identical. This one seemed to fit whatever criteria he had, and he set it aside with the pouch.
"It is always better to treat such problems directly, rather than letting them fester after all."
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"I imagine," he continued in that aggravatingly slow way of his, "that you do not have the luxury to simply rest it? Or perhaps..."
He turned away, instead opening the bottom drawer of his medicine pack. He rummaged a bit, selecting a moderately sized yellow silk pouch, embroidered with a pattern of red plum blossoms. He gradually filled it with various dried herbs and roots. Then, among a rack glass vials, he selected one, and held it up to the light for inspection. He finally seemed to remember he'd trailed off mid-sentence.
"...You did not consider it an option?" He cast a sidelong glance to Simon, before replacing the vial and selecting another, seemingly identical. This one seemed to fit whatever criteria he had, and he set it aside with the pouch.
"It is always better to treat such problems directly, rather than letting them fester after all."