"Stubborn, huh," Lashan murmurs, though she senses it's not just that. How to proceed? Maybe it's better not to push right now. She looks up, though the girl's back out of sight again. "Vena, don't dither. Is it important?"
"Maybe? It's the ghostwards," Vena begins, reappearing immediately. "The Sister Magewarden-"
"Should be able to cover without me. She's not as good as Peoi, fine, we all miss Peoi, but it's been a month," Lashan scoffs. "Didn't she do fine yesterday?"
Vena shrugs, unperturbed. "She didn't like the augury and said come get you."
"Of course the augury's bad. The birds are gorged on human flesh." Lashan sighs irritably, but this issue's rapidly taking precedent. Young, untrained mages are always vulnerable to malign spirits such as are kicked up or created by events like battles, and this one wasn't that far away. She gets heavily to her feet. "Fine, I'll look it over. Vena, show the boy anything he wants to see and don't let anyone poke him. Boy..." She looks back at Guts, frown lines deepening. "I'm sorry to insult you, but not to be suspicious. I'll be back later."
Still using her stick, she'll depart the infirmary and leave Vena eyeing Guts curiously and without evidence of fear, but not with any favor either. Living in the enclave for years always has the side effect of making men - unlike the old woman, of course she sees a teenaged boy as something like an adult man - seem strange.
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"Maybe? It's the ghostwards," Vena begins, reappearing immediately. "The Sister Magewarden-"
"Should be able to cover without me. She's not as good as Peoi, fine, we all miss Peoi, but it's been a month," Lashan scoffs. "Didn't she do fine yesterday?"
Vena shrugs, unperturbed. "She didn't like the augury and said come get you."
"Of course the augury's bad. The birds are gorged on human flesh." Lashan sighs irritably, but this issue's rapidly taking precedent. Young, untrained mages are always vulnerable to malign spirits such as are kicked up or created by events like battles, and this one wasn't that far away. She gets heavily to her feet. "Fine, I'll look it over. Vena, show the boy anything he wants to see and don't let anyone poke him. Boy..." She looks back at Guts, frown lines deepening. "I'm sorry to insult you, but not to be suspicious. I'll be back later."
Still using her stick, she'll depart the infirmary and leave Vena eyeing Guts curiously and without evidence of fear, but not with any favor either. Living in the enclave for years always has the side effect of making men - unlike the old woman, of course she sees a teenaged boy as something like an adult man - seem strange.