wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast

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WHO: Herian & others; starters to be added
WHAT: An injured Knight-Enchanter returns to Kirkwall after close to two years up in Skyhold with the Inquisition.
WHEN: the next couple weeks, maybe longer?
WHERE: Infirmary
NOTES: Gross injury stuff, Herian's eternal angst bucket existence
I am starting off with a couple of closed starters at the moment, and I'll add open ones once I am less of a lost baby lamb. (Or if you'd like a custom starter totally pm me and we can figure that one out!)

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Sidony is settled into her desk, flicking through her papers and thinking - she still has awkward memories of that strange dream she had, the notion of her becoming a poisoner something that is almost haunting - when someone new comes in. It makes her drop everything she's doing, because eyes immediately going to the colour of illness, her eyes narrowing.

"Well, that was rather foolish of you, wasn't it?" She gathers her things immediately, moving over to her new patient.

Luckily, Sidony is a professional - at least now. She has her needles ready, her poultices, and her hands are quick to begin to clean out the wound, as much as possible, before she starts thinking about treating it. With this much bloodloss things will certainly be unbalanced and it would be best to stop the bleed as soon as possible.

"Boulders." Sidony tsks. "Why is everyone in Riftwatch like this? A level of self-sacrificial I've never seen in my life."

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“I promise you, there was no self-sacrifice in this.”

Only herself and an ambush that she handled rather less well than she’d have liked. No matter your skill, you can have an off-day.

“The gash,” she doesn’t bother gesturing to it, not least of all because moving hurts, “was well-treated before my departure from Skyhold, and should have held sufficiently to Kirkwall. Bandits and their apostates, however...”

She trails off, but the wry tilt of her head may get the idea across. Her injuries were not the forefront of their priorities, to say the least.

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"That's what they all tell me, I assure you."

Her fingers aren't necessarily gently, but she's careful enough as she takes stock of the wound and begins to make sure there's no future risk of infection. Her nose wrinkles just a little before she sighs.

"Yes, well, I cannot comment on the work of the healers at Skyhold proper, but..." Sidony shakes her head. "We're clearly the more skilled, even without bandits and apostates to help the matter. It's a complete nightmare, isn't it?"

She shakes her head.

"At least you're here now."

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A wry smile flickers briefly at the corners of her mouth. “We are a cliche, then?”

The bruises around the original injury are bad, and, to Sidony’s trained eye, the stories of a boulder align with the signs of crushing and impact injuries. The bruising is swollen and painful, and may need some time to heal.

“Their apostate was a blood mage, I think. I was... I couldn’t move, and then I saw his wounds healing as my own opened up anew.”

A shaky breath, and she shakes her head. “In the time-honoured tradition of Riftwatch, I could attempt to disregard medical advise and assure you I’ve no need of aid, if that is become part of your routine.”

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"Something of the sort." It's easy to admit, because why would she say otherwise? People are simply like this and she accepts it as it is.

She lets her fingers trace along the bruises, gentler than she has been in the past with others, and nods her head. Something to put on it will help soothe some of the hurt, but there's not much to be done but let it heal on its own. The body is good at that.

Her nose wrinkles at the mention of blood mage though.

"It's good that you're here," Sidony agrees. "I'll have to do some stitching and then offer you a mixture of poultice and potions."