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WHO: Princess Diana, Sister Sara Sawbones, Sol Noon and You
WHAT: Catch all
WHEN: Post-dream and onward
WHERE: All
NOTES: opens & closeds.

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[venenifer]

This finally does elicit a smile, and even a quiet laugh-- the Sister's insistence on being affected by nothing and yet actually being affected by everything is endearing, in its way.

"It doesn't sound like it's surfacer business," he points out, the ghost of a smirk still on his face, "but if it pleases you, sleep wherever you like. Just. Please. ...not in here."

[okayimin]

She scowls at him, only catching the tail end of his smirk once she's turned around with the folded blanket.

"If it will stop you fussing, very well," she says, "Speaking of, do you have any connections to the Sisters and Brothers who stayed in Hightown?" If he's going to be here anyway, she might as well see if he's useful.

[venenifer]

"It will," he assures her quietly, sobering when Sawbones poses her next question.
"I don't. I wasn't aware of any-- what about them?"

[okayimin]

"Well, private chapels and that sort." And yes, there is judgement in both her heart and tone. "Reckon it'd make things a little easier if we had someone they liked to convince 'em to be more active outside of Hightown."

[venenifer]

"Mm." Gideon's mouth thins into a flat line, but he gives a single nod to indicate he doesn't disagree.

"You'd have me speak to them?"

[okayimin]

"I would, yes. Some of them anyhow," she says, "They aren't all bad, but the ones that are do a real good job of it. Bad enough we don't have a proper Chantry to centralize things and that so called Mother spends most of her time in Tantervale."

She sighs and rubs a hand over her face, "I reckon you didn't come for Kirkwall specifically. But we're here and half of what ought to be done isn't. The best the Chantry's done of late is sending a crew of fuckin' recruiters for the march."

[venenifer]

"I see."

By the look on his face, it's not going to take much convincing-- in fact, there's a glimmer of interest in his eyes at the prospect of such an undertaking, even if it's inconvenient.

"I'll ensure a healthy amount of my time is spent there," he decides, "it won't do if the citizens of Kirkwall think the Chantry nothing but a vessel for war propaganda."

[okayimin]

That's encouraging. She might not be entierly sure about this Gideon duster, but if he's moved by the prospect of actually helping people, that's something.

"That is the sentiment through most of Lowtown." Might be an exaggeration, but also she had to patch up more than a few loud idiots during the scuffles that had broken out. "The people of Kirkwall have been through plenty without getting the sense that the Chantry only sees them as cannon fodder."

[venenifer]

"Unsurprising, considering the manner in which their own Chantry was destroyed." Is that a smirk at the corner of his mouth? It's difficult to tell.

"I'll pay a visit to Lowtown tomorrow. In the meantime, Sister, I'll let you rest."

This is, perhaps, code for 'that means you go away and rest'.

[okayimin]

Sawbones makes a humming noise and says instead, "If you're going to Lowtown, I have something for Sister Agatha. She assists one of the local midwives and was asking after some of my notes for a recent birth. She's been looking into alternatives to wet nurses."

She retrieves them from the pocket of her habit and holds them out expectantly.

[venenifer]

With a solemn nod, Gideon takes them from her and places them in the pocket of his own robes.
Might as well.