closed | for want of wit, to memory now i can't recall,

[murderbaby]

WHO: Mhav, Jone, Amos, and some others.
WHAT: This is a catch-all post for some starters I owe.
WHEN: Post-dream, Mid-Guardian.
WHERE: Gallows, Kirkwall generally.
NOTES: I will keep you informed if something horrible happens.

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FOR DERRICA.

[innerharbor]

Maybe the healer Amos knows best worked on Naomi, but when Amos thinks of Sawbones, he thinks doctor, and when Amos thinks of the people who probably saved Naomi's life, he thinks miracle worker. Healer is probably the catch-all term. Wandering through the infirmary, Amos looks for someone who might fit the description, and he remembers Derrica. There are worse places to start.

"Hey," he says, waving Derrica down. She doesn't look like she's doing anything too urgent, but if she is, he trusts her to let him know. "You work on a gal named Naomi Nagata?"

Derrica just seems like the sort of person who would know patient's names and remember them. Don't ask him why; it just is.

[tender]

Good instincts, Amos.

Derrica's arms are filled with strips of cloth when she turns at his call. There's no urgency in preparing bandages. The infirmary is quiet for the moment, though his question sparks a little ripple of concern on her face.

"Yes. Is she alright?" is potentially a predictable first question. But even though Amos' question had no particular sign of disaster behind it, the first thing Derrica thinks is that something's gone wrong.

[innerharbor]

Amos watches a moment, seeing what she's doing with cloth and gets a picture pretty clear. He's a fast learner, and he's not gonna sit around with his thumb up his ass, bothering a medic. He reaches over to prepare some bandages for her, hoping the work goes faster. God knows he's good at tearing shit apart. Doing it to make long thin strips is new, but not hard.

"Yeah, for now," Amos says, eyes on the work. "Keeping it that way's kinda my question."

[tender]

There's a beat of hesitation while Derrica considers how best to answer him.

"I don't know," is the honest answer, likely not what he wants to hear no matter how gently Derrica says it. "I don't know if she can...get stronger. We can heal what hurts her, but the rest..."

Derrica trails off, tearing a long strip of fabric free then plucking at a loose thread.

"I'm more worried about her pushing herself too hard, too fast."

A tendency she's sure Amos has an idea of.

[innerharbor]

Amos can feel gears turning, and there's an urge to tell her she doesn't have to be diplomatic with him, but what's the point? She'll say what she'll say, or she won't. It's not like the information needs to be pried from her.

Amos remembers to roll his eyes, the expression that will confirm her suspicions. "She's gonna do that no matter what."