Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
"Willow bark, rosemary, ginger and a few other herbs," he explained, as he reached up onto a shelf and retrieved a few more rolls of bandage. "It's to reduce pain and stave off inflammation. Won't do any harm even without wounds, and it's quite good." Korbin rather disliked the teas that affected the mind - chamomile, for example; he didn't want to be sedated even by a little - but this blend did none of that. "There's honey, if you want to sweeten it."
Filling up the basket, he set the bandages aside and returned to slump back into the chair he had left. Her suggestion that the girls had come for him made Korbin laugh. "I really hope they didn't scald themselves with boiling water just to come here," he winced. "Not that I mind having girls around, but I prefer them with at least a bit of brain."
Picking up his cup again, Korbin nursed it between his hands, savoring the warmth. He listened with interest to the captain's troubles, and thought back to the men and women he had met back when they restored the training area. To his eye they had been tired, uncooperative, and listened only when faced with a superior officer.
"Maybe they need some motivation," he suggested thoughtfully. "Have you considered switching up the training a bit? Hold some mock battles, maybe even a competition... Anything that shakes them out of the routine." It was easy to get complacent when everything followed the same pattern every day. It was the kind of thing that led to accidents on the Tundra, to fires in the home, to dropping skills in a soldier.
Filling up the basket, he set the bandages aside and returned to slump back into the chair he had left. Her suggestion that the girls had come for him made Korbin laugh. "I really hope they didn't scald themselves with boiling water just to come here," he winced. "Not that I mind having girls around, but I prefer them with at least a bit of brain."
Picking up his cup again, Korbin nursed it between his hands, savoring the warmth. He listened with interest to the captain's troubles, and thought back to the men and women he had met back when they restored the training area. To his eye they had been tired, uncooperative, and listened only when faced with a superior officer.
"Maybe they need some motivation," he suggested thoughtfully. "Have you considered switching up the training a bit? Hold some mock battles, maybe even a competition... Anything that shakes them out of the routine." It was easy to get complacent when everything followed the same pattern every day. It was the kind of thing that led to accidents on the Tundra, to fires in the home, to dropping skills in a soldier.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
