Serault has the proper glassworks, they could accommodate I'm sure.
[Sometimes you experience everything intensely and it only has so many ways to come out.] I'll do that, I'd like some hens to have something of my own and I could name them after my Sisters. Perhaps-- Mmmm no, probably not. [Letters only ever get so much money out of pockets.] Is something needed about the grippe then because I don't know very much but I do know people can be exceptionally foolish and if he was willing for goats you should make use of that connection.
Paid for by the leeches own coin, one hopes. It would be a nice change of pace.
[ There's a soft sound that's almost a laugh. ] A henhouse isn't too unlike the Chantry cloisters I suppose.
I've submitted requisitions, the wheels of bureaucracy only move so quickly and his duties necessitate looking at a much broader picture than mine. There are other ways to get resources that do not require pen to paper, but they're not means for men of order.
They've a funny idea about when the time is right to dip into their coffers.
You know there's a rhyme about it that some soldiers told me? It was rude, I didn't get to hear all of it, the Templar escorting me part of the way hurried me along before all the bit with the fox but if I do get them, you can name some depending on the number.
I-- [There's a collision because yes she's hurrying along a hall, someone bumping into her, crystal straight to her chest before it's caught.] Sorry, I'm used to having to ask for everything and justify it and count the coins and justify it again, argue it. Sometimes it got worse with everything. Sometimes we turned a blind eye because we had to. I don't know which is better or worse looking around here. I'd hoped-- I don't know what I'd hoped. That I wouldn't have to go round up the honey from the kitchens to make sure the sick get what they need and then hear the inevitable complaints when I'm there again baking their bread.
[ What to say to all of that. Sawbones is more cleric than sister, unaccustomed to taking confessionals and ideals tended to die quick, brutal deaths in Dust Town. ]
Most things are the same anywhere you go. I know the Chant says different, but there's no clean good or evil. There is duty and the choices we make that we either gotta decide if we can live with them or not. You can't do much more than that.
[There's silence; Sara might be forgiven for thinking Iris has forgotten she's on a crystal but there's the kitchen, quiet for now, and muffled thumps, glasses clinking, soft counting in Orlesian. Little things.
She breathes. Yes, some tea she thinks, tea is never unappreciated when you're ill and it could be encouragement for someone to take a little break if it's there.] There should be; it did so much good for me, I wouldn't-- I know we can do more, so much more, and Riftwatch branched off from the Inquisition that Divine Justinia began so I thought.
[Which is to say I hoped.]
What else do you need. [What else can she do to be useful and not fight about it all?]
[ Whether it was sanctioned by their superiors or not, but she certainly didn't need to tell Heloise that. ]
Actually, yes. Socks and a pair of those sandals you see the Rivanis wear if you can find them. [ She lists the applicable sizing here. ] There's a few here who insists on running about barefoot and I am determined to get socks on them at the very least.
Wait are there people in Riftwatch running about with no shoes? No socks? Both? [Why. Why would they be doing this? Oh this is not what she wanted to hear but it's a distraction and for that she will be grateful.] Should I take up knitting?
There are. [ Said with the grim seriousness of someone confirming that there's a mad axe wielding maniac running around the island. ] If you've the time for it, I certainly wouldn't discourage you. I'm no good at it myself, but I've got a few mending projects for when the grippe hits me.
We need verses in the Chant that are applicable to the daily lives of people who do not think that proper footwear is needed when they might lose their toes. [The harsh realities of how to make the Chantry relate to everyday life.] I always thought it was for old ladies and to help the Templars that were unravelling. So they said.
[A pause. Quiet noise as she gathers a few more things; there are always sacks in the kitchen she can 'borrow'.]
You need to rest too, you'll be no good to them or yourself if you become ill.
[ The barrage of questions get a soft huff, either indignation or humor it's hard to say. But Sawbone's tone when she speaks again is matter of fact. ]
These are arguably the most lavish circumstances I've ever had to treat patients in. I needn't worry about food because Riftwatch provides it. Washing is part of my duties and I have plenty of opportunities to rest.
Maybe we should have a Sister elected as the Divine and not a Mother.
[Because even the best of Mothers has gotten accustomed to others picking up the slack if she's in contention for high office.]
I am standing in the kitchens and the supplies are...lacking. I know the war tightened belts but if the Grippe lasts too long we might need to consider unpopular methods so keep that in mind too.
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[Sometimes you experience everything intensely and it only has so many ways to come out.] I'll do that, I'd like some hens to have something of my own and I could name them after my Sisters. Perhaps-- Mmmm no, probably not. [Letters only ever get so much money out of pockets.] Is something needed about the grippe then because I don't know very much but I do know people can be exceptionally foolish and if he was willing for goats you should make use of that connection.
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[ There's a soft sound that's almost a laugh. ] A henhouse isn't too unlike the Chantry cloisters I suppose.
I've submitted requisitions, the wheels of bureaucracy only move so quickly and his duties necessitate looking at a much broader picture than mine. There are other ways to get resources that do not require pen to paper, but they're not means for men of order.
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You know there's a rhyme about it that some soldiers told me? It was rude, I didn't get to hear all of it, the Templar escorting me part of the way hurried me along before all the bit with the fox but if I do get them, you can name some depending on the number.
I-- [There's a collision because yes she's hurrying along a hall, someone bumping into her, crystal straight to her chest before it's caught.] Sorry, I'm used to having to ask for everything and justify it and count the coins and justify it again, argue it. Sometimes it got worse with everything. Sometimes we turned a blind eye because we had to. I don't know which is better or worse looking around here. I'd hoped-- I don't know what I'd hoped. That I wouldn't have to go round up the honey from the kitchens to make sure the sick get what they need and then hear the inevitable complaints when I'm there again baking their bread.
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Most things are the same anywhere you go. I know the Chant says different, but there's no clean good or evil. There is duty and the choices we make that we either gotta decide if we can live with them or not. You can't do much more than that.
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She breathes. Yes, some tea she thinks, tea is never unappreciated when you're ill and it could be encouragement for someone to take a little break if it's there.] There should be; it did so much good for me, I wouldn't-- I know we can do more, so much more, and Riftwatch branched off from the Inquisition that Divine Justinia began so I thought.
[Which is to say I hoped.]
What else do you need. [What else can she do to be useful and not fight about it all?]
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[ Whether it was sanctioned by their superiors or not, but she certainly didn't need to tell Heloise that. ]
Actually, yes. Socks and a pair of those sandals you see the Rivanis wear if you can find them. [ She lists the applicable sizing here. ] There's a few here who insists on running about barefoot and I am determined to get socks on them at the very least.
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[ Because it's going to happen. ]
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[A pause. Quiet noise as she gathers a few more things; there are always sacks in the kitchen she can 'borrow'.]
You need to rest too, you'll be no good to them or yourself if you become ill.
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And don't you worry about me, I'm getting what I need.
[ Which is perhaps not strictly true, but if she tells herself it enough times, it will be. ]
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[Good thing no one's about to hear what a Sister is like on her off-hours...]
But are you really? How will you manage all of your meals for instance? A proper wash. A decent amount of rest all at once. A moment to just breathe.
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[ The barrage of questions get a soft huff, either indignation or humor it's hard to say. But Sawbone's tone when she speaks again is matter of fact. ]
These are arguably the most lavish circumstances I've ever had to treat patients in. I needn't worry about food because Riftwatch provides it. Washing is part of my duties and I have plenty of opportunities to rest.
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[Because even the best of Mothers has gotten accustomed to others picking up the slack if she's in contention for high office.]
I am standing in the kitchens and the supplies are...lacking. I know the war tightened belts but if the Grippe lasts too long we might need to consider unpopular methods so keep that in mind too.
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[ For all the good it would do either of them. She sighs at the news about the kitchen. ]
It'll be easier come spring, but you're right.