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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[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."