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[dashing]

WHO: Herian & poor unfortunate souls.
WHAT: catch all for Guardian
WHEN: all month, mostly post cure
WHERE: various
NOTES: Magical mishaps & injuries, nothing else as present.
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[youwonscience]

Cosima's a bit absent as she says, "Come in," in the middle of getting down some notes about her most recent observations. "I didn't ask for anything but if I was about to..." At which point she looks up. "Oh shit," she says, laughing. "Is it lunchtime already? Sorry, I lost track."

[dashing]

"It is. I fear I am a little late," so technically it's probably a little further into the socially acceptable lunch window than she'd otherwise consider optimal. She makes her way to Cosima, moves only very subtly tenser than usual, and kisses her cheek.

"Where can I put these?" Probably at some point she's realised it's best to let Cosima dictate any use of lab space, to avoid accidental cataclysm.

[youwonscience]

"Uh," she looks around, "that table to my left is good, just push the notes out of the way. Hey, you alright?" she adds as Herian moves and she catches that slight tension. Most people would miss it, but Cosima knows Herian better than most.

[dashing]

And move the notes she does, but very carefully setting them to the side, taking pains not to push them out of order. Speaking of pain, once the notes are safely out of the way, she starts pulling the food out of the basket. For the briefest moment, she considers glossing over the situation. Cosima was sick so recently, after all, she doesn't need something to worry about.

On the other hand: honesty. Or, at least, honesty while trying not to stress someone who is working extremely hard, recovering from almost being rendered a spirit, and so on.

"No matter for concern. Something strange has been happening to my magic, of late. I thought it was simply fatigue, but it has— it is effecting some other mages. It has just become a bit more... severe, you could say. " You could say, if you were trying to perhaps avoid saying what specifically happened. "What are you feelings on olives?"

[youwonscience]

"Olives are great," Cosima says, a little impatiently. "Severe how, Herian?" While she's usually willing to let Herian draw a boundary and enforce it, this sounds serious, and the fact that Herian is playing it off tends to make Cosima more worried than otherwise.

[dashing]

This is clearly not the moment to celebrate this bread adorned with olives, and she sets it down on a plate.

"I was struck by what I think was the Stone Fist spell. It was a shock, but I am bruised - nothing more."

[youwonscience]

"Jesus. So mages are going around getting magically sucker-punched? That's worrying, isn't it? Even if you're only bruised this time." She's willing to concede 'only bruised,' for all she's not quite sure she believes it, in the name of not entirely shutting down their conversation.

[dashing]

“Not all. I had mentioned some of what I was experiencing to Myrobalan, in case it were related to the sickness,” she hardly needs elaborate which sickness, she’s certain, “but I’m uncertain how to better this. It is hardly safe to send affected mages on missions, lest others be harmed.”

Her jaw tightens a little with worry, but she tries to press it down, make it all less visible. Cosima has endured too much already. Let lunch, at least, be a reprieve from worry. With a stiff sort of flourish, she presents the food. Maybe there’s some carefully observed favourite in there.

“Alas no onion rings, but perhaps in time.”