Most of the time. I don't want to make promises when everything is acting up like this. We tried to tidy up the places you're in a little and just made it worse.
But I could give it a try. [a curious look.] Is it you that's hurt?
If you're sure. But I'm always here if you change your mind.
[they consider that for a moment.]
I can give you some supplies, if you want them. Or healing. Whichever you prefer. But I'll have to ask you to do something in return. Not because I care, but because that's how this place works.
First option, you sit for a while and talk to me about whatever it is you left back home that has you on edge. Second option, you do an hour of work in my garden.
I think it would be good to pick the first one, but I won't make you.
There's a lot of weeding to be done, and the empty plot in the back needs to be tilled. You'll find tools around.
[and they will sit down in a chair nearby and watch. if she intends to take the coward's route, they aren't going to give her any help, but they're here if she wants to chat.]
[She's done similar chores at the convent, and even though her left arm smarts, she seems to prefer aggravating the pain by pulling weeds and such than actually talk about her problems. Terrible! Time to Garden.]
[She doesn't really chat for like, 45% of the time, only raising her voice when she's moving to the empty plot.]
There's value in both. Vegetables will feed people, but flowers are beautiful. [a pause.] But even the pretty things have some use here. Most of the flowers can be used in tinctures, or in a tea blend.
[they come over, moving slowly and stiffly as always, and examine the work she's done. they're quiet while they do, and it seems like a pretty thorough examination.]
Good. Well, fair's fair. Let me get you what you asked for.
[they will approach and place their hand on her arm. their touch feels like stone and also like verdant, like growth and decay at the same time. a green glow appears in their palm and a numbing feeling spreads through her arm. the injury isn't fixed, but the pain is reduced.]
That's the best I can do for right now. Take it easy. If you push through, you'll hurt it worse.
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[Shakes the little branch of the plant before letting gp.]
Oh? Can you heal people, then?
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But I could give it a try. [a curious look.] Is it you that's hurt?
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[npcs: WHOOPS BROKE THE SETTING]
[And...she pauses at that, glancing back at them.]
I've heard Garou is hurt. [...] I'll be fine.
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[valemtimes nightmare.]
We'll fix it. Working on it. Could use a hand here and there, too. [hmm, though.] Enough healing to go around for two at least. Sure you're okay?
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[YOUR VALEMTIMES CHAOS!!!!]
...I'd rather someone else go first if they need it. I've dealt with worse.
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[they consider that for a moment.]
I can give you some supplies, if you want them. Or healing. Whichever you prefer. But I'll have to ask you to do something in return. Not because I care, but because that's how this place works.
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If I wanted some bandages, and maybe a needle and a thread, what would I have to do?
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Two options.
First option, you sit for a while and talk to me about whatever it is you left back home that has you on edge. Second option, you do an hour of work in my garden.
I think it would be good to pick the first one, but I won't make you.
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Garden it is.
[WITHOUT EVEN A SECOND THOUGHT]
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There's a lot of weeding to be done, and the empty plot in the back needs to be tilled. You'll find tools around.
[and they will sit down in a chair nearby and watch. if she intends to take the coward's route, they aren't going to give her any help, but they're here if she wants to chat.]
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[She's done similar chores at the convent, and even though her left arm smarts, she seems to prefer aggravating the pain by pulling weeds and such than actually talk about her problems. Terrible! Time to Garden.]
[She doesn't really chat for like, 45% of the time, only raising her voice when she's moving to the empty plot.]
What are you planning to plant back here?
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[they let her garden in silence until she asks a question, but it seems as though they've been listening and paying attention anyway.]
Any suggestions?
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[Practical to the core.]
...If you want flowers, though. You can go for that.
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[She thinks for a moment.]
Half and half, then. Half vegetables. Half flowers.
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[they don't commit to the idea, but they seem to like it.]
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[........]
[A distant sort of look, but she's set on the task, and she's grabbing the hoe (not shale/milo)(probably) to start tilling the soil.]
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[they register that distant look, but they don't pry. they are a statue of their word, and she chose gardening, not feelings.]
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[She'll simply harden her expression with a curt nod at that, continuing to work. Her arm smarts. It's fine.]
[Everything is fine!]
[And its done. She'll catch her breath.]
...There. Now you can plant more.
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[they come over, moving slowly and stiffly as always, and examine the work she's done. they're quiet while they do, and it seems like a pretty thorough examination.]
Good. Well, fair's fair. Let me get you what you asked for.
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[Fair is fair, indeed. She's used to that. Exchanges. Alliances. One thing, for another.]
[It's how it always works.]
Thank you, Milo.
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[A roll of green bandages, a needle and green thread, appearing in the palm of their stone hands, held out to her.]
Now, will you let me do a little something about that arm?
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[Her arm is throbbing from the work, but she's ignoring it, as she always does, glancing away.]
...If you must.
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That's the best I can do for right now. Take it easy. If you push through, you'll hurt it worse.
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[She watches the whole process intently, and when it is over, she stretches the arm experimentally...and nods!]
...Thank you. [She'll keep that in mind.] Thank you for the help.
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