01-25-2021, 01:12 AM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
Roan couldn't help the way that annoyance pricked his pelt as he approached, a scowl on the soothsayer's muzzle. He hated it when others hid the fact that they were feeling sick from himself and Rosemary. After all, their jobs were to make sure that everyone was healthy. They were the first line of defense from a disease taking over the entire group, and they worked their asses off in order to make sure that other crewmates didn't die. Yet, even from afar, he could hear various voices both familiar and unfamiliar talking about how none other than Alexandre seemed sick, Roan's very own little brother. He couldn't tell if the other was stubborn or just stupid, but he was inclined to believe that it was more of the latter. Honestly, though, Alexandre was probably just lucky that Roxanne hadn't arrived yet, since their mama had a particular brand of motherly love and frustration that could rain down hell upon someone. Part of him almost wanted to call for Roxie just to see what would happen. For now, though, he held off.
The medic's dark tail flicked and lashed behind him as he approached, a sigh leaving him before he spoke sharply, "Alexandre. If you weren't feeling well, you should've come to me. Or Rosemary, if I wasn't around." After all, there had been that period where he was stuck with the Iron Forged – as made evident by the chunk of horn still missing from his head. He ignored the others around him as he continued, shaking his head from side to side, "A diet made up primarily of plants won't last you long, Alex. It's a better idea to figure out what is causing your aversion to meat, rather than trying to change your entire lifestyle because of it. Even if you could make an all plant diet work, it would severely shorten your lifespan, and I don't think mama would be particularly glad to hear that..." Knowing full well that he was risking his own cleanliness in doing so, Roan moved a bit closer to Alexandre, trying to tilt the other's chin up with a paw as he requested, "Open up... there's a chance something in your mouth or throat could be exacerbating things." There was a variety of things that could've been causing Alexandre's sickness, but Roan liked to rule certain things out early.
The medic's dark tail flicked and lashed behind him as he approached, a sigh leaving him before he spoke sharply, "Alexandre. If you weren't feeling well, you should've come to me. Or Rosemary, if I wasn't around." After all, there had been that period where he was stuck with the Iron Forged – as made evident by the chunk of horn still missing from his head. He ignored the others around him as he continued, shaking his head from side to side, "A diet made up primarily of plants won't last you long, Alex. It's a better idea to figure out what is causing your aversion to meat, rather than trying to change your entire lifestyle because of it. Even if you could make an all plant diet work, it would severely shorten your lifespan, and I don't think mama would be particularly glad to hear that..." Knowing full well that he was risking his own cleanliness in doing so, Roan moved a bit closer to Alexandre, trying to tilt the other's chin up with a paw as he requested, "Open up... there's a chance something in your mouth or throat could be exacerbating things." There was a variety of things that could've been causing Alexandre's sickness, but Roan liked to rule certain things out early.
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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