what's a queen without her king?
However good your bedside manner might be, it is nothing compared to Falke's. He's the perfect mixture of unassuming (that's largely due to the cane and limp, you think), disarming (thanks to his over the top antics at times), and incredibly knowledgable.
"Mmmmmmm." You hum indulgently. "Finn was saying that the ocean is just...there." Here, the ocean is just a vast but distant thing, like the sky is. Sure, you could make your way down to it, but you never do. It crashes far too treacherously against the cliff-side for you to risk such a thing, especially after all those who have drowned on innocuous sight-seeing trips. But stars over the sea? Ugh it sounds amazing.
"Who indeed." You agree, laughing at his flattery as you begin to mix a few spices together for your tea.
"Oh, Dorian said it all seemed quite nice. I think he certainly liked being near the ocean more than the Hollowed Ground." You shrug, finding this quite understandable. For you though, you'd be happy to visit anywhere. Even Halo. "And Finn..well." You sigh, turning your head over your shoulder to offer Falke a one-sided smile. "It was a hard trip on him. All of it, it seems. He came back from the Greatwood pretty broken up." Mentally and physically, though that goes without saying of course.
Frowning, you bring over Falke's cup, taking a seat opposite him. "I think he's getting worse." You admit, sounding more sad than you otherwise would. Around patients, your optimism is near-constant. With your coworker though? You can be more honest. "He mentioned coming to see you, but I worry that he's...content with just treating his symptoms instead of addressing the underlying causes."
"Mmmmmmm." You hum indulgently. "Finn was saying that the ocean is just...there." Here, the ocean is just a vast but distant thing, like the sky is. Sure, you could make your way down to it, but you never do. It crashes far too treacherously against the cliff-side for you to risk such a thing, especially after all those who have drowned on innocuous sight-seeing trips. But stars over the sea? Ugh it sounds amazing.
"Who indeed." You agree, laughing at his flattery as you begin to mix a few spices together for your tea.
"Oh, Dorian said it all seemed quite nice. I think he certainly liked being near the ocean more than the Hollowed Ground." You shrug, finding this quite understandable. For you though, you'd be happy to visit anywhere. Even Halo. "And Finn..well." You sigh, turning your head over your shoulder to offer Falke a one-sided smile. "It was a hard trip on him. All of it, it seems. He came back from the Greatwood pretty broken up." Mentally and physically, though that goes without saying of course.
Frowning, you bring over Falke's cup, taking a seat opposite him. "I think he's getting worse." You admit, sounding more sad than you otherwise would. Around patients, your optimism is near-constant. With your coworker though? You can be more honest. "He mentioned coming to see you, but I worry that he's...content with just treating his symptoms instead of addressing the underlying causes."
historically speaking, more powerful
