[OPEN] Delirium Tremendous

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be Whoever the stranger was, he certainly was no invigorating conversationalist. With a concealed huff, she waits for his decision to either stay or go. He certainly seemed lost and at his wits end, but Evie had quickly learned as an apothecarist that patients had to choose to seek the help she offered. Her desire to ease their burdens would never surpass their stubborn pride or hatefulness, and she certainly wasn't going to waste her breath when she could be actively healing others. Whatever is going on inside his mind, defeat slumps his shoulders in the end. He certainly doesn't seem happy about it, but she can work with this! She's not surprised he's an Outlander - most are these days it seems - so she doesn't comment and instead lets her bright eyes trace his trembling hands, the pallor of his skin, the sweat that clings to his hair and face. "Can I touch you? I need to take your temperature with my wrist," she clarifies, waiting for his approval - or denial - before she decides to move forward with determining his heat levels. "There are a few afflictions here, but I am familiar with many of them. Can you tell me how your skin feels odd? I don't want to give you the wrong treatment." As much as patiently explaining herself can be annoying, she can tell the man is frazzled and doesn't want to spook him further.