[Open] The Boys Are Back In Town

[thorndergod]

WHO: Thor, Anders, Open to any!
WHAT: An open log, gonna put up prompts for people as they come up, or people can pop a prompt in for me if they want either dude.
WHEN: Early-to-mid whatever December is
WHERE: All over the place
NOTES: None at the moment.

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[justice_is_blond]

He meets her gaze easily. She'd worked in the tents on the field and he's not going to challenge her, though he's definitely going to put more weight on the 'she's young' side of the scale, taking it from the 'he's old' side. Though that she says she'd shove a Templar into danger also counts for her at the same time. He's biased.

"It seems as if your true ribs have played you false." Gently he probes at the ribs, finding the breaks and nodding to himself before casting. "Not too badly, though, I think. The early work was done right."

It's a gift back after that clear challenge. He might not have liked how Isaac made his point, weeks ago, but the other mage was right in the end.

[indissection]

Parental intervention in her study had not been enough to shame Sidony into truly stopping. Even when she had been taken from her tutors and she had been dismissed from their side she had found a way, getting her brother to bring her books - when she was talking to him - and urging the teachers she was closest with to bring her texts to study. She knows the human body and now she has the experience to match it, no matter what anyone might accuse her of.

"I splinted them myself," she admits, a peacock with the slightest of compliments. "There was no time for anything else when people were dying and the magical healers were needed elsewhere. As long as I could work it was suitable."

Bowing her head, she watches Anders through careful eyes, examining his hands. Magic makes it so easy, she thinks, jealous all over again. Magic makes her feel so useless in comparison.

[justice_is_blond]

For his part, he looks past her as he heals. Experience has taught him that people don't like their eyes met while he's casting, and staring at a woman's chest, even with his lack of interest, never goes well. Unless the woman is Isabela, a thought that stirs up a momentary pang of missing the pirate. Perhaps one day the seas will bring her back.

Now, though, he finishes and draws his hands back, taking a breath before picking up his tea again. It's not effortless, healing. There's a little added pinch to the tiredness around his eyes.

"Did you apprentice to someone?" he asks after a few moments spent resting. He's meeting her eyes again, curious about how she got here.

[indissection]

Sidony does not seem particularly concerned where his gaze might land; she is aware of the nature of his relationship, the ring gives that away, and she is almost terrifyingly accustomed to using what she has of her body as a merit rather than a hinderance. Let him look if it means that he will be softer with her, that he will be charmed with her. Let him look if it earns her more of what she wishes and desires.

Lifting her hand, she reaches and presses her palm flat against her ribs. Better. Healing magic is not a perfect art, she knows that as well as anyone, but at least she can breathe surely once more. At least she does not fear her lungs are damaged beyond repair.

"I did not. I had a number of tutors to care for my education." She sips her own tea, staring at the cup. "My parents wished for me to be well learned."