[she doesn't know that the world is turning just for her]

Skill: [none]

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A conversation passed between the two in their shared language, and Euphemia allowed the words to pass as if they were poisonous darts being shot at one another. The silver maiden wondered if this was what it felt like, to be a witness to the various transgressions that passed between her and her sisters.

It only appeared petty because she had no idea what was being shared. Euphemia could never say what went on between her family was ever flippant. Still, he could be complaining about being awoken – or it could have been something more grave.

Matters of the body and its state of health were things usually taken more seriously, at least to one who would call themselves a Medic. Of course, Euphemia would never call herself a medic, but if someone did, they would probably say something like: All I know is that it’s been hurting for a very long time, when she was questioned about her knowledge of the injury's context. A medic would never assume.

Euphemia did her best to empathize with both Ca’an and Iglux. Euphemia had always considered herself lucky to so easily maintain her good health (but then again, the maiden never really engaged in risky behavior), and couldn’t imagine the toll her mental health would incur from a chronic condition. She also knew that her friend Iglux was doing what she thought best, and was facing ire for it.

That was never fun, and she didn’t deserve it, but whatever story was behind his limp, she wanted to hear it from his own vehement, youthful mouth.

Herbs would do very little. Euphemia admitted, wanting to level with the young man. Plants were great medicines, but they weren’t a panacea, and could rarely cure an illness alone (or so, more skilled healer than she would say).

If he allowed her the space to speak, she would continue to offer something real; a tangible solution that maybe the reticent patient hadn’t heard yet.

It is possible to reawaken nerve pathways, Euphemia glanced at Iglux, wondering if she was catching any of this. It was a dear relief that Ca’an spoke the common tongue. Retrain the muscles, by countering their natural variances.

Her attention slipped to the leg, for just a moment.We could soothe the inflammation, she suggested softly. She couldn’t note anything externally, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. The pain made that evident.

Euphemia looked back at the darkened shadow of a boy. A worthy patient, indeed. Don’t do it for anyone but yourself. If Iglux was listening – forgive her for saying so! You deserve to be pain-free, and to be left alone.

Isn't that what everyone wanted, at the end of the day?

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