"You already do enough," Hadama agreed solemnly. "Another specialist can be sought.” It would not do to overwork their resident doctor. Her reputation had him believe that she would do that already if another disaster arose. He might not understand the nuance between healers of bodies and healers of minds, but he approved of the concept of work/life balance.
Or else who would treat their doctor?
Given the amount of nightmares, hallucinations, and general mental trauma that the void was responsible for, Hadama was indeed cautious around the frigid purple pineapples. ”Indeed,” he rumbled, satisfied with Isla’s agreement. He did not particularly want to leave more than one alive. Or any alive, in truth, but the requirements of their task were clear. ”We can tie the bag to the trident when we are done, and carry it at arm’s length,” he suggested as he considered the challenge before them.
With Isla holding the bag open he slipped said trident from his back and used the tines to carefully pierce the stalk of a shadowed pineapple that was not quite ripe yet. It would last longer that way, he hoped, gently twisting his weapon until the fruit separated from its parent plant and fell into the Remedy’s bag. ”No one has reported doing so… or admitted to it,” the King amended after a moment’s thoughtful pause. ”Have you had many patients harmed by infected animals and plants?”
Or else who would treat their doctor?
Given the amount of nightmares, hallucinations, and general mental trauma that the void was responsible for, Hadama was indeed cautious around the frigid purple pineapples. ”Indeed,” he rumbled, satisfied with Isla’s agreement. He did not particularly want to leave more than one alive. Or any alive, in truth, but the requirements of their task were clear. ”We can tie the bag to the trident when we are done, and carry it at arm’s length,” he suggested as he considered the challenge before them.
With Isla holding the bag open he slipped said trident from his back and used the tines to carefully pierce the stalk of a shadowed pineapple that was not quite ripe yet. It would last longer that way, he hoped, gently twisting his weapon until the fruit separated from its parent plant and fell into the Remedy’s bag. ”No one has reported doing so… or admitted to it,” the King amended after a moment’s thoughtful pause. ”Have you had many patients harmed by infected animals and plants?”
