( There’s a twinge at the corners of his eyes, a downward curve to his mouth as he looks at those blistered burns. These everyday sorts of injuries were never the doctor’s specialty, although he’s been making it so, since becoming Head Healer. )
Well, so that’s another reason the rope thing isn’t gonna be a good idea long-term. How do you feel about padded shackles?
[Tav sighs, feeling defeated, even as he readies his spell. Turquoise light builds at his fingertips.]
I would rather it not happen again at all.
[And then,] Te curo!
[The spell doesn’t completely heal the sore, but it shrinks the blister, the fluid drying down in most places. Tav is left panting, but he thinks he may have one more in him.]
( He’s watching carefully, taking mental note. This is the sort of thing he’d sought for so long, back home: a way to fix what’s broken. Contemplatively: )
I’m assuming you haven’t had the opportunity yet to test it on something larger, here? Broken bones and open wounds and the like?
No, not here. [Tav replies as he switches hands and repeats the process. As before, most of the blister dries down, but there are still sections filled with fluid and the exhaustion weighs him further down.] Back home, I'd be able to wake someone unconscious; broken bones were little worry.
[He flexes his fingers, simply allowing the turquoise light to curl along them before he tentatively reaches out for Strange.] Do you have a cut or bruise? So you could feel it?
[Tav is deeply aware of his reputation in the Riftwatch, but he hopes Strange will trust him enough to heal a small wound.]
[ Strange eyes that outstretched hand; the mistrust isn’t for Tav’s capabilities in particular, but a general aloofness to begin with, a stiff personal bubble stretching some five feet across. The sorcerer isn’t too approachable, and so people rarely encroach on him. ]
No,
[ he says, although there’s a lingering unspoken but to that sentence. He’s seen the limitations now: several attempts and it couldn’t fully heal a fresh rope burn, so it won’t be a magical fix-all. He’s loath to get into it; but isn’t he obligated to at least mention it, just in case? So, Strange holds up one hand for Tav’s inspection: even now, it shakes and quivers as he tries to hold still. There are old, ugly scars scrawled down the length of his fingers, carved into the backs of his knuckles. ]
Just this. It’s long-healed, a few years back, so I doubt you could do anything about it now. Maybe if it had been at the time.
[ And if the elf had his full powers. If, if, if. The limitations in Thedas are a perpetual annoyance. ]
[Tav immediately pulls his hand back. He knows he's not everyone's cup of tea and would rather keep his friendship with Strange intact than try to prove something.
However he peers at Strange's scars and frowns at them. They look a bit like the ones on his face and neck from beating against glass to escape his pod. Did... no it's impossible.]
I can't heal scars. [Tav admits quietly.] Else I'd not have these on my face. Came from striking glass.
It’s not the scars, it’s— [ How does he explain nerve damage to someone from a circa-medieval world and only three months of remembered experience? His hand closes, fingers furling shut again and drifting down to his side. ] Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.
[ A beat, as Strange considers the edges of that weighty sentence. ] —Why were you striking glass?
Hm. [ Strange has crossed his arms again, leaning his weight against the nearest convenient piece of furniture. As a tangent, this part isn’t quite as immediately useful for Tav’s work in Riftwatch, and he doesn’t necessarily need to ask about it— but the doctor’s an incorrigibly curious man. He always wants to know more about these other worlds, their peculiarities and uniquenesses. ]
[Tav swallows and tries not to say it because now that they've nearly reached the end of this tangent, he realizes that saying it out loud is deeply unhelpful.
[ Strange can’t get enough of tangents himself, but for once in his life he manages to rein himself in. There’s a practicality which needs addressing first: ]
Hm. I’ll pick your brain about it later, rest assured. In the meantime, [ he points at Tav’s hands, the healed rope burns, the mark of magic having been done. ] That. That’d come in handy in the infirmary, y’know, if you ever wanted to pitch in over there.
Good. I’ll add you to the call sheet. We’ll figure out what makes the most sense. [ Something where Tav can be called in to help in an emergency, and has some more work and tasks to keep him busy, but not something where he might pose a risk to the patients or alarm them on a daily basis, what with being under perpetual guard. ]
Realistically, speaking to the best use of your time, we don’t exactly need you to restock inventory — I have other hands for that — but your magic’s gonna be invaluable. We’re all trained in first aid, but most of the other helpers don’t have healing magic as you do. Myself included.
[This is the first time in quite a long time that someone has outright stated that he is invaluable to anyone other than a devil of a god of murder. Not that he needs the ego boost, but it's nice to have anyway.
Still, there's a question he needs answered,] No one here has healing magic?
A couple. Derrica does, but she’s often busy with her own responsibilities in Diplomacy. That new spirit healer, Rutyer’s cousin.
Otherwise: no. The rest of us you’ll meet in the infirmary — myself, Gwenaëlle, Abby, Clarisse; and Cosima you’ve met, although she has her Provost duties — it’s just medical training.
[Tav isn't sure if he feels more or less pressure being what may be a primary source of healing magic in the Infirmary. Healing has thus far been imperfect and taxing on him.]
I'll do what I can, then. I know there are limits to my magic.
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Well, so that’s another reason the rope thing isn’t gonna be a good idea long-term. How do you feel about padded shackles?
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I would rather it not happen again at all.
[And then,] Te curo!
[The spell doesn’t completely heal the sore, but it shrinks the blister, the fluid drying down in most places. Tav is left panting, but he thinks he may have one more in him.]
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I’m assuming you haven’t had the opportunity yet to test it on something larger, here? Broken bones and open wounds and the like?
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[He flexes his fingers, simply allowing the turquoise light to curl along them before he tentatively reaches out for Strange.] Do you have a cut or bruise? So you could feel it?
[Tav is deeply aware of his reputation in the Riftwatch, but he hopes Strange will trust him enough to heal a small wound.]
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No,
[ he says, although there’s a lingering unspoken but to that sentence. He’s seen the limitations now: several attempts and it couldn’t fully heal a fresh rope burn, so it won’t be a magical fix-all. He’s loath to get into it; but isn’t he obligated to at least mention it, just in case? So, Strange holds up one hand for Tav’s inspection: even now, it shakes and quivers as he tries to hold still. There are old, ugly scars scrawled down the length of his fingers, carved into the backs of his knuckles. ]
Just this. It’s long-healed, a few years back, so I doubt you could do anything about it now. Maybe if it had been at the time.
[ And if the elf had his full powers. If, if, if. The limitations in Thedas are a perpetual annoyance. ]
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However he peers at Strange's scars and frowns at them. They look a bit like the ones on his face and neck from beating against glass to escape his pod. Did... no it's impossible.]
I can't heal scars. [Tav admits quietly.] Else I'd not have these on my face. Came from striking glass.
[His last sentence is heavily weighted.]
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[ A beat, as Strange considers the edges of that weighty sentence. ] —Why were you striking glass?
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[Tav pauses, considering how best to continue to describe the mindflayer pods.]
If I'd stayed too much longer they would have transformed me into something worse than my condition.
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What were you going to be transformed into?
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But he might as well see this through.]
... a mindflayer.
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[ He draws out the word, questioning. Yes, Tav, it was deeply unhelpful. ]
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But you said there was a chance you could have transformed into one?
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But yes.
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Hm. I’ll pick your brain about it later, rest assured. In the meantime, [ he points at Tav’s hands, the healed rope burns, the mark of magic having been done. ] That. That’d come in handy in the infirmary, y’know, if you ever wanted to pitch in over there.
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Realistically, speaking to the best use of your time, we don’t exactly need you to restock inventory — I have other hands for that — but your magic’s gonna be invaluable. We’re all trained in first aid, but most of the other helpers don’t have healing magic as you do. Myself included.
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Still, there's a question he needs answered,] No one here has healing magic?
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Otherwise: no. The rest of us you’ll meet in the infirmary — myself, Gwenaëlle, Abby, Clarisse; and Cosima you’ve met, although she has her Provost duties — it’s just medical training.
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I'll do what I can, then. I know there are limits to my magic.