NATE
For a moment, Nate hesitates, his eyes flicking into the distance as if he’s weighing the good versus the bad, his brows and the scar running between them creasing as he leans one way or the other. Finally, he focuses on Aurelia again, a sly grin crossing his face. ”Nothing but the best from him. A glowing recommendation.” As if he’s reading her mind, his head cocks, grin growing just a touch more crooked. ”Takes a special kind of kick his ass.” It wasn’t the only thing that he’d been told, wasn’t the thing that most warmed him towards her, but it was the one that stuck out in his mind, of only because of how Sunjata had all but pouted when recounting the spar.
Seriousness grips his features again as Aurelia reveals she isn’t here just for him, that there is business to attend to. At once he is attentive, leaning in and letting his eyes look her over more critically, searching for anything obvious that would require his particular attention. His mouth opens to ask what kind of something? when she pauses and breaks her gaze away from him again. Nate holds his tongue, wanting to offer the space she needs to start speaking again, to explain a touch more concisely.
”I do remember a certain amount of... unsteadiness, when I first arrived here.” Obviously, Nate doesn’t say that he knew the cause of that particular ailment, the hangover not at all helped by the next three days of drinking, back when he could still experience such things. ”But it faded quick, after some sleep and a meal, if it’s persisting...” A hand comes up to stroke his chin, before Nate is gesturing towards the stairs. ”I can take a look, if you want. Cursed aren’t exactly my specialty, but I can rule almost anything else out.” Up the stairs, there is an examination room waiting, a padded table that Nate pats, before he shrugs a white coat on. Looking the part is important, after all.
Seriousness grips his features again as Aurelia reveals she isn’t here just for him, that there is business to attend to. At once he is attentive, leaning in and letting his eyes look her over more critically, searching for anything obvious that would require his particular attention. His mouth opens to ask what kind of something? when she pauses and breaks her gaze away from him again. Nate holds his tongue, wanting to offer the space she needs to start speaking again, to explain a touch more concisely.
”I do remember a certain amount of... unsteadiness, when I first arrived here.” Obviously, Nate doesn’t say that he knew the cause of that particular ailment, the hangover not at all helped by the next three days of drinking, back when he could still experience such things. ”But it faded quick, after some sleep and a meal, if it’s persisting...” A hand comes up to stroke his chin, before Nate is gesturing towards the stairs. ”I can take a look, if you want. Cursed aren’t exactly my specialty, but I can rule almost anything else out.” Up the stairs, there is an examination room waiting, a padded table that Nate pats, before he shrugs a white coat on. Looking the part is important, after all.
I am the problem
And you just sit there watching
And you just sit there watching
