[ It's late enough in the month that the flower cases aren't as bad as they could be, though it does mean that most of the people in the infirmary are, well, people. Thralls, in other words. Most of them are in for things like allergies though. Or headaches. Or the occasional overzealous meal, but those are so common that it's really not so bad in the long run.
No one's in critical condition, in other words. Bones has his charts and he's wandering from bed to bed, taking down notes, when he notices Astarion just... standing there. He shoots him a look, his eyebrow halfway up his hairline as he stares Astarion down. ]
What's it look like?
[ His tone makes it very clear that he doesn't particularly want to help Astarion if he needs it, but this is Bones in his environment. He is especially bitchy when he's interrupted -- not that Astarion is even interrupting right now.
And yet, if Astarion really did need help, he would give it. He's a professional, despite it all. ]
This ain't a show. You need treatment, or did you come here for somethin' else?
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No one's in critical condition, in other words. Bones has his charts and he's wandering from bed to bed, taking down notes, when he notices Astarion just... standing there. He shoots him a look, his eyebrow halfway up his hairline as he stares Astarion down. ]
What's it look like?
[ His tone makes it very clear that he doesn't particularly want to help Astarion if he needs it, but this is Bones in his environment. He is especially bitchy when he's interrupted -- not that Astarion is even interrupting right now.
And yet, if Astarion really did need help, he would give it. He's a professional, despite it all. ]
This ain't a show. You need treatment, or did you come here for somethin' else?