[ Amos' eyebrows go up almost in time with her shirt. Well, he shouldn't be surprised; that's what you do when you have a wound that needs healing. You show it to someone else. Maybe it's more the part where she's admitting to an issue in the bluntest way possible.
An issue like nothing he's ever seen before, because of course he's gonna look if she's offering. He leans down a little to get a closer look, outstretching his hand for support against the wall rather than his entire body. At first glance he'd have thought it was some kind of shard disease — something fragmented and weird, like a soul not entirely whole or some shit — but it's not like he's ever heard of anything like that here before, so, that probably isn't it. It's probably something she came over here with, and that makes her worries about getting as much done as possible make a hell of a lot more sense now.
Would it even kill her properly here, or just make life annoying? Either way. ]
Shit, guess the Blight really is fucking with you in more ways than one. Probably a good thing that at least the weather's making you take a break then, huh. [ See? Yima knew what she was talking about. She pretty much always does.
But, effortlessly moving on from that, ] I dunno if you'd need suppressants so much here, but then again, I don't know what terminal diseases are supposed to mean for people like us. If they mean anything. I mean, painkillers, yeah, definitely, but...
[ That's something else entirely, isn't it? Amos gives a huff as he rightens himself, leans back against the wall. Very gracelessly slides down it, because fuck it, he's tired, he's gonna at least sit.
And, looking up at her now, ] Haven't found any magic that'll tackle that without solving the problem entirely. I mean, there're probably hardcore drugs, but. [ A loose gesture at the building they've all been huddled into, waiting for the storm to pass; a place very much not set up for triage or anything, really. ] Don't think you're gonna find any here.
[ A beat. ]
If the place we get to has some you should take some. If not, fuck it. Wanna get a drink after?
[ Or several? You know, to drown out the pain, replace it with something at least kinda fun. ]
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An issue like nothing he's ever seen before, because of course he's gonna look if she's offering. He leans down a little to get a closer look, outstretching his hand for support against the wall rather than his entire body. At first glance he'd have thought it was some kind of shard disease — something fragmented and weird, like a soul not entirely whole or some shit — but it's not like he's ever heard of anything like that here before, so, that probably isn't it. It's probably something she came over here with, and that makes her worries about getting as much done as possible make a hell of a lot more sense now.
Would it even kill her properly here, or just make life annoying? Either way. ]
Shit, guess the Blight really is fucking with you in more ways than one. Probably a good thing that at least the weather's making you take a break then, huh. [ See? Yima knew what she was talking about. She pretty much always does.
But, effortlessly moving on from that, ] I dunno if you'd need suppressants so much here, but then again, I don't know what terminal diseases are supposed to mean for people like us. If they mean anything. I mean, painkillers, yeah, definitely, but...
[ That's something else entirely, isn't it? Amos gives a huff as he rightens himself, leans back against the wall. Very gracelessly slides down it, because fuck it, he's tired, he's gonna at least sit.
And, looking up at her now, ] Haven't found any magic that'll tackle that without solving the problem entirely. I mean, there're probably hardcore drugs, but. [ A loose gesture at the building they've all been huddled into, waiting for the storm to pass; a place very much not set up for triage or anything, really. ] Don't think you're gonna find any here.
[ A beat. ]
If the place we get to has some you should take some. If not, fuck it. Wanna get a drink after?
[ Or several? You know, to drown out the pain, replace it with something at least kinda fun. ]