Finally. Maker. This has been a shitshow of a morning —
"Isolation," A gesture to Benedict, once chained. "I will put in the request for magebane."
What a fun letter that’s going to be to write. Particularly when the new apothecary is, rumour has it, another damn Rifter mage.
"The Magister may receive a medic here. One of the Tranquil, perhaps. Madame Marin has a fine hand at stitching."
With both secured, and knife retrieved, she folds her hands behind her back once more. A long look to Simon: It’s not that it isn’t measured, it’s just, she probably isn't using the appropriate units. Like setting a yardstick to weight.
no subject
"Isolation," A gesture to Benedict, once chained. "I will put in the request for magebane."
What a fun letter that’s going to be to write. Particularly when the new apothecary is, rumour has it, another damn Rifter mage.
"The Magister may receive a medic here. One of the Tranquil, perhaps. Madame Marin has a fine hand at stitching."
With both secured, and knife retrieved, she folds her hands behind her back once more. A long look to Simon: It’s not that it isn’t measured, it’s just, she probably isn't using the appropriate units. Like setting a yardstick to weight.
"Find my office after."