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WHO: Elros and you
WHAT: Celebrating a Sea Rescue
WHEN: nowish
WHERE: down by the docks in one of those seedy taverns
NOTES: relevant crystal post here

It's winter, it's dangerous to go out to sea. But when you live in the poor areas, when there's no food on the table, what's a man to do? And when the ship goes down, then all you can do is pray that someone's there to pull you out. Lucky for this crew, Elros was there.

The tavern is noisy and boisterous, and the rescuers and rescuees alike are sopping wet, wrapped in blankets, with mugs of hot ale shoved into their hands. Elros took a slop and some brave souls out, the minute he realised, jumped in with a rope around his waist to pull the sailors in, and somehow they've come out of this mess without a single soul lost. He's leading them all in a rousing chorus of a popular Falathrim sea shanty that every sailor on his own world knows.

On a cold winters night
With a storm at its height
The lifeboat answered the call.
They pitched and they tossed
Till we thought they were lost
As we watched from the harbor wall.

Though the night was pitch black,
There was no turning back,
For someone was waiting out there,
But each volunteer
Had to live with his fear
As they joined in a silent prayer.

Carry us home, home, home from the sea
Sweet Lady Uinen, answer our plea
And carry us home, home, home from the sea
Carry us safely home from the sea!

Care to join them?

There's injuries too, cuts and scrapes and one head wound that Elros is hovering over worriedly, but the man in question is sitting up and talking, so that's something, at least.

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The bandage is smartly wrapped - Elros knows his way around a battlefield enough for that, at least, and the old fisherman wxplains to her how a wave swamped the boat and he's not sure but he thinks he caught up against the rigging.

"He was very groggy when I pulled him out." Elros informs her. "I am pretty sure he swallowed some water."

The man most likely has a concussion, and Christine nods along to what both he and Elros say, pausing to look at the wound and clicking her tongue.

"You are very lucky to be here and conscious," she says, placing a hand above the wound. "You most likely have a concussion, and that is something I cannot fix. Given several hours of taking it easy, it will pass on its own. This wound, however, I can do something with."

Her eyes glow blue as her spirit of Faith sends healing energy through Christine and into the wound. She focuses on putting it in exactly the right place, and after a moment, her eyes return to normal. "There; I will put the bandage back, and you will find the wound closes much faster than it would on its own."

Elros watches with interest - healing here is very different to things at home - and both the fisherman and his wife thank her, the old man advising her that she's welcome to the pick of his next catch, although that just sets his wife off again, scolding him for daring the waves in this weather.

"Thank you, Christine! With conditions down here being what they are, I was worried it might get infected or that I might have missed something." Elros says as he tugs her away to leave them at it.

"And they're so prickly about accepting 'handouts', for all they have nothing. Hopefully they won't argue about me replacing the boat, at least."

Christine smiles at the offer, and even more at his wife going off. It feels familiar; like she would berate Church the same way for putting himself in danger, but it would come from a place of love.

"Oh, Elros! That is a large undertaking. Kind though it is, are you sure you would be able to do it?"

"I'll just take apart the little skiffs I was building." He shrugs. "With Maglor gone, the primary reason for building the little boat is rather lost, and ... well. I miss the sea, but they need to go out to fish. They have no work, other than that, no other way to feed their families. By the end of that weird... blu illness, I had wood enough for three little boats. That should do for one small fishing boat."

He looks at the people in the tavern, and there's something very fond in his eyes.

"They're not bad people, here. Just... down on their luck. They need it more than I do."

His generosity touches her heart, and she reaches out to give his arm a fond squeeze. She's tried doing something for the people of Kirkwall in her own small way, but she has so many duties that it hasn't amounted to more than a few pairs of knitted wool socks given freely to her neighbors in Lowtown during the harshest of the winter snows. Elros isn't even of this world, and he's giving his time and resources to these people.

"They will appreciate it greatly. And as you build this boat, I must come bring you lunch. It will be hungry work." Giving a brief smile, she looks towards the others who need their minor injuries looked at. "I had better get back to it."

He has no duties, himself, for he's thrown his lot in here, with those who need him, and has no regrets. But he smiles at her.

"I love your lunches, so I can't say I mind! Thank you for coming down."

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