RIFTER ARRIVAL: Guardian 9:45

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-Guardian, 9:45
WHERE: The hills north of Starkhaven
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, as well as the subsequent QUARANTINE period. All prompts are open to anyone.

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[meds4sale]

"I have used shellfish in the making of medicine," he explained, applying the poultice to the bits of cut bandages, laying them flat on her palms.

"Though they are medicines for old, old men."

The poultice that had seeped through the gauze had an almost immediate cooling effect where the wounds were inflamed, and the Medicine Seller wrapped her hands - tight enough to secure the poultice but not so restrictive that she couldn't move her hands.

"Will you tell me more about the sea where you are from?"

[seaboard]

It is... a relief, after all that. He was being so careful with her, she is sure, even if it hurt. Taking good care of her, that at least the want to cry returns to no more than little sniffles. Not that it mattered where her face is still wet with the tears of before.

"It is... " she struggles, for a moment, to unravel her tongue from where it has been glued firmly to the back of her teeth to be quiet in the pain. To form intelligent things and sensible conversation. "... It is a deep grey-blue. A little like your eyes. Almost always frothing with waves, also."

[meds4sale]

He was quiet and attentive as he stowed his materials, the way she spoke of her home sparking a rare nostalgia for his own.

It seemed quite unfair that someone who clearly loved the place she lived in had been ripped so suddenly from it and with little to no chance of returning.

"Tumultuous seas are always a wonder," he agreed.

"Though not so good to swim in. Can you stand?"

He extended a hand to her, in case she needed help getting upright.

[seaboard]

Later on, in a day or two, it will become too much, and she will weep again, being so cut off from the other half of herself. The dreams which had once scared her so, now an aching memory. She will curl up inside of herself, and not want to move from bed and find, suddenly, with no reason to do so, she cannot bring herself to face the sun or sky.

But as of right now, his company is a soothing balm. "I shall never be afraid of it." And nervously, it takes her longer than it should, to reach for his hand. There is a twitch that is almost reflexive to never reach, not for anything. Her now bandaged, cleaned hands that curl in and shyly away. Smoothing over the bandages.

" - Yes." She ventures, at last. Her hand settling on his, small, light, half afraid of the touch for what it was. Accepting. Gently, she unfolds her legs underneath her to try and get the rest of the way up.

[meds4sale]

He was still and patient despite her hesitation - he knew the body language well enough. He'd seen it in many, many people over his long life, and it always spoke of an upbringing that told them their life was not their own.

He didn't speak much more until after he'd shouldered the heavy-looking wooden pack.

"Some were wounded in the fight," he explained. "I will see if they require my services. Will you join me? There is much to explain, and I am sure you will want answers."

A pause - perhaps hesitation? Something like sympathy? Possibly. The Medicine Seller's face rarely expressed anything, and it remained masklike as his tone montonous.

"...However hard they will be to hear."

[seaboard]

There is a comfort in that, in its way, for all things simmered in front of her face like ripples on the water, he reminded her of her oldest brother's calmness. His evenness in tone. The disinclination to show much that was noted of their homeland.

"I will do my best," though it worries in the corner of her mouth, the crinkle of her eye when it's down turned in her gaze. Though she realises that is easily an answer for either of his questions - so she clarifies a moment after she wets her lips. "I would like to help them."

That is what matters most, isn't it? Not her discomfort, least of all that, there must always be something more important than that, didn't Godfinn tease her? "Please do not worry for me. I will be well, with - with some time." Like that was all the soothing she needed.