[ From within, out of sight, the sound of a lid opening, a latch, and then Marcus returns to his desk. Rather than sitting down—he has a report to write—he stays standing as he offers to Tav the glass vial now between his fingers, a clear liquid within. ]
Alright, [ in acknowledgment. ] Take this before you sleep. It should wear off in ten or so hours. The organisation has a supply.
Our head healer, Stephen Strange, would be the one to talk to about further supply, and perhaps your condition. I don't know the rules of your world, but there could be solutions in this one to help you manage or remove your condition.
I'm no scholar, [ seems prudent to add. ] But we have several.
[Tav takes the vial in hand, turning it in his fingers once or twice before tucking it into his shirt.]
I would be deeply grateful for any help. Is there, perhaps, a similar bane that could be concocted to keep the urges at bay?
Or perhaps that’s a question for Stephen.
[One more deep breath for the road.] Please know that I have no desire for these urges nor the dangers they present. I would much rather die than hurt someone innocent again.
[ Marcus tips his head, a sort of nod: yes, that is indeed a question for Stephen.
As to the rest; ]
I understand. I'll make note of your willing in my reporting. [ The again is a nag, but then, it only makes sense that this man has experience in what happens when his sleeping self is left unwatched or unguarded. ]
Go, [ is more kind than terse, but still a little business-like. Turning his attention down, shuffling aside his note with its single name on it, finding a fresher piece of paper. ] Take a meal, do as you like. I'll come by your room after sundown, and again in the morning.
[Tav nods and slowly climbs to his feet. Perhaps this could work. And now he doesn’t need to tell anyone else; the Captain knows.
Oh but poor Wysteria, she deserves an apology or four. Maybe after he collects a few more books for reading; it’s been so long since he got a proper night’s rest, he needs something to put him to sleep.
Tav pauses at the door, wanting to say something but figure he’s already filled the room with chatter. No, he should properly go now. So, he leaves, turns the corner and heads towards the library.]
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Date: 2024-02-04 03:29 am (UTC)Alright, [ in acknowledgment. ] Take this before you sleep. It should wear off in ten or so hours. The organisation has a supply.
Our head healer, Stephen Strange, would be the one to talk to about further supply, and perhaps your condition. I don't know the rules of your world, but there could be solutions in this one to help you manage or remove your condition.
I'm no scholar, [ seems prudent to add. ] But we have several.
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Date: 2024-02-04 03:37 am (UTC)I would be deeply grateful for any help. Is there, perhaps, a similar bane that could be concocted to keep the urges at bay?
Or perhaps that’s a question for Stephen.
[One more deep breath for the road.] Please know that I have no desire for these urges nor the dangers they present. I would much rather die than hurt someone innocent again.
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Date: 2024-02-04 03:42 am (UTC)As to the rest; ]
I understand. I'll make note of your willing in my reporting. [ The again is a nag, but then, it only makes sense that this man has experience in what happens when his sleeping self is left unwatched or unguarded. ]
Go, [ is more kind than terse, but still a little business-like. Turning his attention down, shuffling aside his note with its single name on it, finding a fresher piece of paper. ] Take a meal, do as you like. I'll come by your room after sundown, and again in the morning.
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Date: 2024-02-04 03:50 am (UTC)Oh but poor Wysteria, she deserves an apology or four. Maybe after he collects a few more books for reading; it’s been so long since he got a proper night’s rest, he needs something to put him to sleep.
Tav pauses at the door, wanting to say something but figure he’s already filled the room with chatter. No, he should properly go now. So, he leaves, turns the corner and heads towards the library.]