“Mm, true. It’s useful. If your arm’s falling off, you don’t exactly want to waste time getting lost running around all the towers first.” He sounds dry, bemused. But then there’s a hesitation at her question, a reluctance to tip his hand and reveal what he’s actually after. The urge to say It’s nothing and simply wave it all off—
“I’m fine,” Strange says crisply. Then after a moment, grudgingly relenting: “But I was wondering how typical painkillers worked here. I’m a rifter.” He gestures with a hand, fingers splayed and revealing that glimmer of green in his palm, although he knows an anchor shard doesn’t guarantee someone being from another world.
“If you know of something as simple as, here, chew on this non-toxic root, then I might not need to wait for the healer to get in.”
Over-the-counter painkillers never touched that perpetual neuropathic pain in his hands back home, but maybe things were different here. Worth a shot.
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“I’m fine,” Strange says crisply. Then after a moment, grudgingly relenting: “But I was wondering how typical painkillers worked here. I’m a rifter.” He gestures with a hand, fingers splayed and revealing that glimmer of green in his palm, although he knows an anchor shard doesn’t guarantee someone being from another world.
“If you know of something as simple as, here, chew on this non-toxic root, then I might not need to wait for the healer to get in.”
Over-the-counter painkillers never touched that perpetual neuropathic pain in his hands back home, but maybe things were different here. Worth a shot.