Gwenaëlle has off and on provided her services — growing more knowledgeable and more adept for the practise and the access to guidance in the meantime — for the better part of a decade. The maintenance of healing wounds is well within her wheelhouse; the procedures, the necessities. Where everything is kept. Ennaris Tavane, likewise, is well-known to her. A visit, if anyone were inclined to think on it, would be expected — her expertise in assistance, likewise.
Her routine in the infirmary doesn’t discernibly vary. She’s neither there less often nor more, briskly professional about the usual tasks that occupy her when she leaves her office for Dr Strange’s domain; she occupies herself mostly with the tedious minutiae that’s best taken out of the hands of dedicated healers, inventory,
to any observer, it would seem as if she’s completely unaware that Ness has set foot in the infirmary, let alone that she’s a patient there. There’s no acknowledgment; no moment where she hesitates or pauses, considers and then turns away. She makes other conversation with other people, unrelated, leaving concern for Ennaris’s care to those appropriate. The decision was made elsewhere; much like an amputation, there is simply an absence in its wake.
The kindest thing she can say to Ennaris is nothing. She comes and goes from the infirmary, saying nothing.
vignette style, across the length of ness’s stay.
Gwenaëlle has off and on provided her services — growing more knowledgeable and more adept for the practise and the access to guidance in the meantime — for the better part of a decade. The maintenance of healing wounds is well within her wheelhouse; the procedures, the necessities. Where everything is kept. Ennaris Tavane, likewise, is well-known to her. A visit, if anyone were inclined to think on it, would be expected — her expertise in assistance, likewise.
Her routine in the infirmary doesn’t discernibly vary. She’s neither there less often nor more, briskly professional about the usual tasks that occupy her when she leaves her office for Dr Strange’s domain; she occupies herself mostly with the tedious minutiae that’s best taken out of the hands of dedicated healers, inventory,
to any observer, it would seem as if she’s completely unaware that Ness has set foot in the infirmary, let alone that she’s a patient there. There’s no acknowledgment; no moment where she hesitates or pauses, considers and then turns away. She makes other conversation with other people, unrelated, leaving concern for Ennaris’s care to those appropriate. The decision was made elsewhere; much like an amputation, there is simply an absence in its wake.
The kindest thing she can say to Ennaris is nothing. She comes and goes from the infirmary, saying nothing.