[open] and I miss the days of a life still permanent

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren and you
WHAT: misc, convalescence
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: cussin

I.

Likely to the dismay of some, Teren is up and about again. She is, however, much slower than she's ever been, and has to use a cane to propel herself around, which does a person's image no favors when she's as intent as she is on defying her age.
The cane is, hopefully, temporary, but anyone who comments on it, or on its wielder, is sure to feel its impact sooner or later.

II.

With mobility being rather difficult still, Teren isn't about to go on any major excursions to the mainland. This means she has to occupy herself right here in the Gallows, and when Warden business or other similarly shady ventures aren't calling for her attention, she's lounging in the dining hall, stitching elaborate patterns into her Warden's armor or playing bones with whomever wants to join in.
Excessive talking is frowned upon, but she can't exactly run away, so it's really up to one's discretion.

III. (closed to Sister Sawbones)

There is absolutely no way anyone could convince Teren to go to a healer of her own volition, so the best way to go about ensuring she actually receives medical care is, much like a disagreeable cat, to either trick her into thinking it's something else or tranquilize and restrain her before she can slash anyone's throat.
It's honestly a wonder she's in as good of shape as she is, though it helps to remember that Anders, after years of pressure, finally became the one person she would allow to inspect and heal her injuries at great risk to his self-esteem. Unfortunately, Anders is gone now.

Apparently intent on willing her pain away, Teren has resisted any and all summons to a healer, and is currently making the mistake of taking an early evening rest in her room.

IV. (closed to Caspar)

Non-magical healing is slow and exhausting, and the older one gets, the more true that becomes. Teren finds the process dismal and demoralizing, but has found that going out to the training pitch to practice throwing knives at the dummies is an all right way of cheering herself up and staying sharp.
This is where she is now, sitting on a stool that she dragged over and idly chucking blade after blade into the blank face of a dummy, clearly bored but at least doing something.

V. Wildcard

Comments

[doneisdone]

“That so.”

Consider her hackles effectively raised- if this were about being from the same hometown, there’d be no need to couch it in clever evasion.

[excipio]

"Just so."

His tone is pointedly friendly, followed by another short pause and another throw.

"Nikos Averesch," he clarifies. "Unless I've mistaken you for someone else."

He hasn't. His network isn't exactly thriving within Riftwatch walls, but her identity's older news. Caspar holds his last knife as he waits on her response, nonchalant.

[doneisdone]

She pauses, and then she smirks. And then the smirk becomes a chuckle, then the chuckle becomes a belly laugh, and Teren is near about to fall off her stool by the time she speaks again.

“You’ve come to kill me then,” she wheezes with a grin. hahahaha fuck nikos

[excipio]

The laughter's surprising only by dint of how cagey she'd seemed — the logic isn't, unfortunately. Caspar smiles, giving her a moment to catch her breath.

"A reasonable guess, but no. I suspect that's an honor he'd save for himself."

A beat, then very moderately:

"If it came to it."

[doneisdone]

“Oh he can fucking try,” Teren sighs through a laugh, but catches her breath and wipes her brow.

“Are you his elusive partner, then? I seem to recall him mentioning a Caspar somewhere in the midst of his constant bellyaching.”

[excipio]

"I am. I believe we've also got a division in common, actually."

Casual delay as he throws his last knife, also casually. It hits its mark, same as the others, but it's got too much spin and not enough speed to be useful in a fight. Serious knife throwing feels a little out of place with small talk.

"Elusive there, too, admittedly. I only visit the offices on special occasions."

Like when he wants to heckle Nikos. Most of his work can be done by messengers, useful gossip neatly organized and delivered. He doesn't loiter often, and he's skirted responsibility on most of the missions. Busy running a business, very legitimate.

[doneisdone]

"Have we indeed."

That doesn't surprise her, but what does is how much more circumspect this fellow seems to be than the person they're discussing. She, too, takes a break from the knife throwing, if only to have a proper rest for a moment.

"Occasions like what?"