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epidemiology2016-06-23 08:56 pm
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i'm losing blood, i'm gonna leave my bones
CHARACTERS: Sieglinde & visitors (mostly current CR but wanderers welcome)
DATE: Four days after the return to Oska, weeks following
WARNINGS: Potential squicky feet stuff
SUMMARY: A bedridden witch would appreciate some company
[The pain becomes a bit more manageable each day. Some people might say a doctor should never be their own patient, but Sieglinde was managing her own regimen, dosing herself with herbs to reduce the swelling, taking teas to numb the pain, and let sleep come a bit easier. She could have fixed it in an instant with magic...
But it was bad enough she had asked Masamune to rebreak her feet so that she could realign the bones and attempt to return the twisted and damaged muscles, tendons, and nerves back to something resembling their original position. Bad enough that she'd taken away the proof of her ignorance, an act that to her seemed just as if she was trying to hide what she'd done.
Pain was the least she could accept in return.
She wouldn't be able to put an ounce of weight on them for quite some time, even tightly bandaged and splinted though they were, and even after weeks, she knew she'd have to relearn how to walk, unable to remember well what it was like, the way one walked when you had a heel, and sole, and toes in play. But at least it was in Oska, somewhere... relatively safe.
And at least she had books, and visitors. Even though she hadn't told a single person her plan beforehand, she couldn't exactly hide it once it was all said and done... and she had requests. Like meals, and books from the library, and entertaining company. She occupies her time in that manner, curling carefully in bed so as not to twist or put pressure on her healing limbs, pouring over her most recent spellbook and occasionally getting ink all over her sheets writing notes. Chatting with those recruits she knew, as if she hadn't done what she had. Testing how her bones were healing, how the swelling was doing.
Wondering if today was the day she actually felt less doubt about what she'd done.]
DATE: Four days after the return to Oska, weeks following
WARNINGS: Potential squicky feet stuff
SUMMARY: A bedridden witch would appreciate some company
[The pain becomes a bit more manageable each day. Some people might say a doctor should never be their own patient, but Sieglinde was managing her own regimen, dosing herself with herbs to reduce the swelling, taking teas to numb the pain, and let sleep come a bit easier. She could have fixed it in an instant with magic...
But it was bad enough she had asked Masamune to rebreak her feet so that she could realign the bones and attempt to return the twisted and damaged muscles, tendons, and nerves back to something resembling their original position. Bad enough that she'd taken away the proof of her ignorance, an act that to her seemed just as if she was trying to hide what she'd done.
Pain was the least she could accept in return.
She wouldn't be able to put an ounce of weight on them for quite some time, even tightly bandaged and splinted though they were, and even after weeks, she knew she'd have to relearn how to walk, unable to remember well what it was like, the way one walked when you had a heel, and sole, and toes in play. But at least it was in Oska, somewhere... relatively safe.
And at least she had books, and visitors. Even though she hadn't told a single person her plan beforehand, she couldn't exactly hide it once it was all said and done... and she had requests. Like meals, and books from the library, and entertaining company. She occupies her time in that manner, curling carefully in bed so as not to twist or put pressure on her healing limbs, pouring over her most recent spellbook and occasionally getting ink all over her sheets writing notes. Chatting with those recruits she knew, as if she hadn't done what she had. Testing how her bones were healing, how the swelling was doing.
Wondering if today was the day she actually felt less doubt about what she'd done.]
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[It's just this place, Kojuro, the plants are whack!!!]
... I would like that.
[She'll even stuff her food down faster, to illustrate her willingness.]
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When you're done eating then. Do you need any help getting ready?
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''Elp with m' dress-
[Most days she hadn't bothered getting dressed, seeing as there was little point of she'd be just in bed, but she pointed to her wardrobe, and one of the heavy, corseted gowns within. Thankfully? for male sensibilities, she came from a time period in which one wore ones shift both as pajamas and underclothing, so it merely needed to be put on over her head and laced up.]
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[Kojuro skips admonishing her for talking with food in her mouth because, well, at least she's eating without argument. He pulls out the dress, marvelling a little at how different it is in construction from women's clothing in his own world. Less pattern, but far more seams - he can only imagine what a pain it must be to clean.]
This one?
[he comes over to the bed and offers her the dress]
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[Compared to some of their number, who had to rely on ALASTAIR uniforms that materialized in their wardrobes, Sieglinde actually had quite a few decent dresses that matched her world's sensibilities. A combination of having had a certain demon butler on call for a little while, getting occasionally spoiled by Gilgamesh, and having a weird clothes-magic-having immortal among her contacts.
Obediently, she raised both her arm so he could get it over her head, just automatically assuming he would assist her.]
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[it takes Kojuro a good fifteen seconds to realize what Sieg wants, because he hasn't had to dress someone else regularly for a very long time. He does get it, though, because it's not an entirely foreign concept to him. He has to juggle the dress a bit to find where it goes on - kimono are some much simpler, in his opinion - but he gets it mostly sorted, and tugs it over her arms and head]
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At least that's done!]
Thank you, Kojuro- next is that.
[Well, not.. totally done. She points at the hennin headdress she usually wore... but if that looked complicated, there was at least a hairbrush and a simple hairtie option as well.]
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[He picks it up, but looks pretty intently dubious of it]
Ah... I'm not much good with hair, I'm afraid. [His dressing experience is entirely with dudes, so 'ponytail' is about all he knows]
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[No need to be super dressed up she supposed... But with her hair down to her rear, it was definitively in the way.
Ponytail would do... But someone's so used to being dressed that she still seems to expect it to be done for her, helpfully turning away to proffer her hair.]
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[Kojuro considers the task in front of him for a moment. A ponytail is good enough for medium-length hair, but she has... quite a bit more than that. Quite suitable for a noble lady, but a hazard for fieldwork and gardening. Making up his mind, he grabs one of the hair ties, and then gathers her hair up. It takes him a little bit of work to separate it into three smooth sections, but once that's done, he makes quick work out of a simple braid, and ties it off]
That should suffice for now, I think.
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But those hands weren't the ones that belonged to her handmaidens, who had smiled and coddled and served only to reveal that it had all been a lie.
It was Kojuro. It wasn't the same.]
My thanks- I am ready now.
[And next comes the arms raised to be picked up.]
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[This, at least, is expected, and he scoops her up with an ease born of plenty of practice on Nalawi, though he's particularly careful to avoid bumping her feet. Compared to some people he's had to haul around (Masamune), she's small enough that carrying her isn't a huge burden.
It's a quick enough walk down to the greenhouses is quick - while some of their hard work has been obliterated in the time they've been gone, it's nowhere near as bad as it was when Kojuro first encountered them. Still...]
Looks like there's weeding to do. As usual.