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You didn't bring it with you from where you came?

(It sounds like she thinks this was irresponsible of him.) Why bring it up at all, then?

( It might be reasonable to be annoyed about that rudeness from her; but in this, at least, he knows himself well enough to be blandly self-aware: ) Because it sounds very cool and impressive and alarming to mention it.

Plus, I have successfully worked some time magic here, and I’m still studying what scraps I can find of the art. Might be relevant again someday.

( hope springs eternal )

Anyway. The question, Arany. Would you like to practice?

Have you? (Time magic, she hasn't heard of that before. She wants to ask him more about that, what he did and how he did it, if they wrote their method down so she can read the notes, but he cuts across her suddenly. Rudely.)

Lady Arany! And — yes, I would.

Thank you.

( Ordinarily Strange would be happy to chatter on about time magic, but somewhere between shoving the sandwich in his face and running around attending to the seneschal’s poisoning and knowing some very bad news is about to hit the Gallows as a whole, he doesn’t much have the energy. Another day. )

Perfectly welcome. I’ll touch base, once things are less— ( how does one even describe what’s going on ) Well. Just, less.

(Any normal person would have used this point in the conversation to politely end it.)

'Less' what?

( Evading with a solemn and portentous you’ll find out soon would be an asshole move, even he can see that. )

Less chaotic, less busy, less urgent. Being Head Healer means needing to attend to the occasional medical emergency, it turns out.

But you are not the only Healer, surely. Are you telling other people to help you?

Depends on your definition of ‘Healer’. It’s fine; we make do.

( oh, actually, there’s a thought )

Your magic. You don’t happen to have any healing or creation magic, do you?