[OPEN] Delirium Tremendous

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Well, while she wasn't particularly charmed by the man's bedside manner, at least he was good at taking directions. (Wait, could he even have a bedside manner? That was her job. Bed manner? Patient manner? Whatever. He isn't exactly verbose is her point.) Though she'd tried her best to keep it from tasting like swamp water, it wasn't exactly the best. His crinkled features at least told her that was accurate, though he wasn't over the top in his reactions and didn't curse her out for making it for him. Small mercies. "You're welcome," she says anyway, polite as always. Even so, her job is not done. He seemed slightly put off by her words stating she could only treat the symptoms, but well...he didn't have to know about the fact that she would soon be curing him entirely if all went well. Hiding behind her little tinctures and herbs was a necessity. He could suffer through her bumbling especially if it meant he was in good health by the time he walked back out of the Infirmary. His permission is the catalyst for her anxiety. Evie was a splendid actress however and she kept a calm facade in the face of her impending 'performance'. A part of her is warmed by his trust in her though, as she always is when her patients put their health in her hands. Especially considering she still does not know his name, and he has only known her for the amount of time she has been in the room. Not taking it lightly, she steps closer and scoops a small amount of wax into her fingertips, warming it between her palms. As she begins to gently smear it over Abasi's neck and jaw, she tremulously lets go of her ironclad control on her magic. Though she considers it tainted, it moves through her like cool water, seeping out through her fingertips and chasing away the sickness in the man's body. It's a thrill, one she can't help but indulge in, though she knows she'll hate herself for it later. Only once she is sure her magic can do no more - or perhaps it decides, fighting what it can and bypassing what it can't - does she pull away, wiping her hands clean on her apron and closing up the little jar. "You're all set," she says warmly, smile pulling at her lips. "Do I get to know your name now?" It was the least she wanted, after all that hemming and hawing.