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[magike]

WHO: rowena macleod + guests
WHAT: arrival, quarantine, things around the gallows as she gets situated
WHEN: throughout may
WHERE: just outside of orlais, mostly the gallows
NOTES: cw: injury description, possible talk of death

Comments

[elegiaque]

Uh huh.

( it’s not a question, and thus far, volunteering information to this woman has got her no where but snide ingratitude; she’s not a woman of endless tolerance. frankly, she’s not even a woman of much tolerance — it’s plenty that she simply studies her work for a moment, satisfied with it once she’s secured the new dressing in place.

it’s not personal — either her willingness to offer, or her disinterest in continuing to do it when it’s clear rowena is just going to be like this regardless. it’s not personal, so she doesn’t look vexed or irritated, more—

it’s not personal enough to waste her time on, either. )

Your dressing will be checked again in six or eight hours, ( she says, as she cleans her hands, the bright-sharp scent of sanitizer in the air, ) and changed then if necessary, or tomorrow if not. Someone will bring you what you’ve been judged able to keep down without interfering with your healing in two.