07-13-2018, 10:28 PM
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Strangely, Rosemary found the fact Caesar continuously fetched her for medical matters as highly flattering. Despite the small flux of members with healing knowledge, he seemed to believe in her abilities - or, at least, in his ability to find her more easily, given that she always stayed in her treehouse these days. The officer seemed impossible to impress or deal with; she liked knowing that she held a nugget of respect over him. Especially since she doubted he respected Pincher, given his near mutinous attitude when her half-brother disappeared.
As she came closer, her main pair of eyes appraised the bandaged wound - difficult, without a direct sight to it. As far as she could tell, the injury wanted to bleed out of its bandages, but the stranger's wrap seemed to imply he held some proficiency in medicine. Unless someone else did; though, by its dirty mess and Solveig's lack of fussing over it, she doubted that. "I have fresh bandages in my satchel with me, if you want to change the bandages. I'd have to open up your work to see how bad you're off - would you like me to do that?" she asked, unaware of the conversation that occurred before she wandered over. She did find it odd that neither of the the two women here seemed inclined to fix it - she remembered Argus explaining a concussion as though Rosemary herself were panicking with inexperience; she also knew Solveig seemed to get involved in some of the herb-based chores and tasks around the group. "Because you can simply do it yourself once we get back to the main hub - you seem to know a bit about healing, I'm assuming," Rosemary added, assuming that for this sort of low-priority wound he might want to deal with it on his own. The witch happened to think that way about her own wounds, so she extended those underlying presumptions to other doctors.
"Ah, I'm Rosemary Roux, if I forgot to say that already," she added with a flick of her forked tail, supposing she forgot all about that. Introductions and first meetings always flowed so awkwardly; she felt like she ranked particularly bad at such things, compared to others. Naturally, her standoffish and aloof tone usually contributed to this - even in this encounter, where she genuinely wanted to help, she seemed to express the most minimum of interest.
As she came closer, her main pair of eyes appraised the bandaged wound - difficult, without a direct sight to it. As far as she could tell, the injury wanted to bleed out of its bandages, but the stranger's wrap seemed to imply he held some proficiency in medicine. Unless someone else did; though, by its dirty mess and Solveig's lack of fussing over it, she doubted that. "I have fresh bandages in my satchel with me, if you want to change the bandages. I'd have to open up your work to see how bad you're off - would you like me to do that?" she asked, unaware of the conversation that occurred before she wandered over. She did find it odd that neither of the the two women here seemed inclined to fix it - she remembered Argus explaining a concussion as though Rosemary herself were panicking with inexperience; she also knew Solveig seemed to get involved in some of the herb-based chores and tasks around the group. "Because you can simply do it yourself once we get back to the main hub - you seem to know a bit about healing, I'm assuming," Rosemary added, assuming that for this sort of low-priority wound he might want to deal with it on his own. The witch happened to think that way about her own wounds, so she extended those underlying presumptions to other doctors.
"Ah, I'm Rosemary Roux, if I forgot to say that already," she added with a flick of her forked tail, supposing she forgot all about that. Introductions and first meetings always flowed so awkwardly; she felt like she ranked particularly bad at such things, compared to others. Naturally, her standoffish and aloof tone usually contributed to this - even in this encounter, where she genuinely wanted to help, she seemed to express the most minimum of interest.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?