The movement draws his eye, and so he watches Derrica transferring the seeds to a box. And the gears are already starting to turn in the back of his head, positing and answering the question: if you had sovereignty over this space, what would you do with it?
He makes a decision.
“That garden, and maybe getting a lead on a beekeeper to have access to honey, it’s good against infection,” is the first thing which Strange blurts out. “Maybe polling Riftwatch to see what sort of first aid skills people have, since we’ve had some new arrivals lately. I’ll talk to the Seneschal — is it Orlov at the moment? I’ll talk to Orlov — and put my name forward.”
It’s like something clicking and settling into place. He had been lord of his domain once — sometimes aggravatingly so, at the hospital, throwing his weight around with impunity — and perhaps there’s still something good to be scavenged from those traits. And whatever distastefulness there might be in swooping in after his predecessor, the necessity of the thing offsets it. Politeness won’t fill an empty office.
“Did you know him well?” he asks after a moment, though. “Dickerson.”
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He makes a decision.
“That garden, and maybe getting a lead on a beekeeper to have access to honey, it’s good against infection,” is the first thing which Strange blurts out. “Maybe polling Riftwatch to see what sort of first aid skills people have, since we’ve had some new arrivals lately. I’ll talk to the Seneschal — is it Orlov at the moment? I’ll talk to Orlov — and put my name forward.”
It’s like something clicking and settling into place. He had been lord of his domain once — sometimes aggravatingly so, at the hospital, throwing his weight around with impunity — and perhaps there’s still something good to be scavenged from those traits. And whatever distastefulness there might be in swooping in after his predecessor, the necessity of the thing offsets it. Politeness won’t fill an empty office.
“Did you know him well?” he asks after a moment, though. “Dickerson.”