i'm losing blood, i'm gonna leave my bones

[grunehexe]

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.]

Comments

[arcane]

Ah. ( he starts off thoughtfully at the mention of "several of your kind." he half-wonders about them. though, not in a way of combat. while there is a part of him that genuinely wished to cover his bases, there was another one... that was merely curious and inquiring. he's encountered a master and a servant. the servant. naturally, was formidable in their own right. the display of mana was one thing, but the bearing and poise... displayed a certain divinity that arjuna was all too familiar with.

still, he doesn't go further into those extraneous details. instead, he cuts his contemplations short. ) I have encountered a few. It seems the conventions of this world differ than what I am accustomed to. ( mostly pertaining to the holy grail war, but he doesn't necessarily find it pertinent to expound on that. instead— ) Regardless, I shall continue this legacy in tutelage. ( aka, he can't be the only servant??? not to offer anything to you??? excuse?? ) As a mage, I would find it unjust for you not to know what you may be subjected to.

( meaning, he'd lend a hand. it was only apt. though, maybe beyond that, it's been fairly difficult to encounter someone who spoke in a manner which he was far more accustomed to. receiving respect for rank. being thought of conscientiously as the hero he was. it's. refreshing, and he smiles at the latter part. )

Yes, that's perfect. Being utilized so earnestly is a Servant's greatest joy, after all. ( there's an unspoken semblance of gratitude here. it isn't that he felt out of place, per say. but these few days of inaction had been... taxing to him in his own right. )

[grunehexe]

[It took her a moment for it to register, that offer, but when she did Sieglinde sat up straighter, doing her best to avoid letting her excitement shine through too much. Learning from other mages from other worlds was an opportunity she never passed up on, let alone those who were proven to be as powerful as the Servants had.]

I could never think to refuse such an offer- I assure you, I am a diligent student, Lord Arjuna.

[Her bed might attest to that, seeing as she was in pain with broken feet and still studying, still dedicating her time towards trying to enhance her skills.

Being utilized might be a Servant's purpose and joy... but learning and putting that knowledge to use to help others was the purpose and joy of the Green Witch.

At least, the Green Witch she wished to be.]

[arcane]

( unfortunately, while he's not much of a practitioner of magic (at least not to a more universal definition of it), he does have his fair share of knowledge over it and its traditions. especially, concerning a more aged breed of it. being present during a period of time where curses ran rampant and were particularly utilized quite.... loosely (looks at karna and all the curses cast upon him...???) and battles between gods ensue, it may have only been natural. he doesn't claim to extremely well-versed, at least, not in comparison to his proficiency in the bow or other forms of martial arts—

but, it's a point that stands nonetheless. arjuna appreciated the virtues of diligence. of those who constantly wished to better themselves. if anything, it's a life mantra he also lived by, despite the blackness that dwelled at his core. hence— ) I expect no less of you, Green Witch. ( while, initially, he may have used this title purely because their names weren't mutually divulged, now he uses it as a form of relating some form of anticipation for what she'll do and how she'll develop as a mage and person.

if his post and title was meant to serve him well, he has no doubt the same of the girl before him. ) I assure you the best of my abilities. ( though, at this, he gives a brief cant of his head. ) Though, I am sure this will all come to light in due time. For now... ( he looks to her on the bed, before giving a thoughtful hum.

this was his... form of consideration in a way. he's stayed for longer than he intended, and she suspected, she'd want her rest.

while in some ways, his character certainly had gaps between his politeness and what could often be seen as passive aggression— that wasn't to discount his ability to project himself appropriately. kindly and benevolently. )

[grunehexe]

[That knowledge is valuable to Sieglinde, even if it didn't come from someone who actually cast spells themselves. If they understood the nature of magic in their world, if they could explain how a spell or curse was placed or worked... that was enough for her to wish to hear them out.

Her title was one she found good to hear as well. Not out of pride, so much as distaste for her past ignorance and what she had done, but masochistic as it was... it served to remind her. The Green Witch she had believed herself to be in her own world had been a fabrication, a lie for the worst reasons... but here she could be the Green Witch she ought to be.

Had to be.]

Of course- you must have duties to attend to elsewhere.

[As curious as she was, she knew when someone was ready to depart, (even if she might be mistaking that urge to depart as one self-driven rather than for her own sake), wishing to leave him with the impression of her nobility and decorum, returning the nod.]

Should you wish to speak again... I shall not be going anywhere.

[Certainly not anytime soon, anyway.]

[arcane]

( he hears those words. the properness to them, even down to the presumption he had other ... extraneous obligations. ones he hasn't divulged, but that she had faith in, regardless. maybe in some ways he did have things to do. other places to see, for example, but, none of them are nearly as hard-pressed as his want... to at least not worsen her condition by pushing her bodily limits. after all, stress was always a factor to the healing process. even good news could bring stress and even the company of most beloved companions could be seen as a unforeseen pressure.

as someone who yearned after eternal solitude, it probably wasn't surprising he had such considerations far beneath his surface and well-monitored facade. either way, he doesn't correct her. he takes it as her own form of reflection to his feelings and perceptions. so instead, he moves to stand up smoothly. followed by a: ) Of course. I will see you to your recovery. ( an indication to mean, he'd visit again in due time. he'd hardly be a suitable hero, otherwise, especially after making such a proclamation. but, at any rate—

for now, he walks to the door, and even that motion is oddly ceremonial somehow. how he does that with the simplest tasks?? still, before he makes his official depart, he tacks on his final words for the day: ) Until then... ( until he leaves, barely leaving audible footsteps as the door shuts behind his figure. )