Too much to think lest you grow idle, and too much on your mind for peace.
[Adele knew that sensation very well, though for very different reasons. Different concerns, different worries; doubly so now that she was here. Easier to become complacent, the threats far more immediate and dangerous for them than in her world, and this. Thing. She'd stepped into the middle of.
Satisfied that there wasn't much else to be done for him at the moment Adele steps back and nods at the cream.] A thin layer whenever the itching starts back up again; but no more than twice a day.
[James smiled slightly, unexpectedly. He didn't know he'd be getting that kind of reply. It looked as if that made him happy, to be hearing that. His fingers go up to dab at the cream around the bottom of the gash.]
[She wipes what little remains of the cream from her fingertips with a bit of gauze, and then nods to the small heating packs. Break and shake, easy enough at regulated temperatures.]
Starting tomorrow, perhaps the day after depending on how the bruising progresses, wrap one of those in a towel and apply to the worst of it in half hour intervals.
[She steps back and slips her hands into her pockets, blinking a bit. Her eyes go dark and flick to the side a moment before she replies.]
It is one of the worse ways to die, being strangled. And not something I would wish on many. Even if you would simply end up here again in a week; being dead is something of an inconvenience. Especially if it was not deserved.
Should anything change you know where to find the clinic, or if you would prefer a house call instead you are welcome to contact me through the journals.
[A faint nod in lieu of a wave and she's turning to leave, making her way to, and through, the door.]
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[Adele knew that sensation very well, though for very different reasons. Different concerns, different worries; doubly so now that she was here. Easier to become complacent, the threats far more immediate and dangerous for them than in her world, and this. Thing. She'd stepped into the middle of.
Satisfied that there wasn't much else to be done for him at the moment Adele steps back and nods at the cream.] A thin layer whenever the itching starts back up again; but no more than twice a day.
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[James smiled slightly, unexpectedly. He didn't know he'd be getting that kind of reply. It looked as if that made him happy, to be hearing that. His fingers go up to dab at the cream around the bottom of the gash.]
"No more than twice a day" -- gotcha.
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[She wipes what little remains of the cream from her fingertips with a bit of gauze, and then nods to the small heating packs. Break and shake, easy enough at regulated temperatures.]
Starting tomorrow, perhaps the day after depending on how the bruising progresses, wrap one of those in a towel and apply to the worst of it in half hour intervals.
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[James eyes the packs briefly before nodding to her instruction.]
Will do.
I never really properly thanked you before. For saving my life, I mean.
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[She steps back and slips her hands into her pockets, blinking a bit. Her eyes go dark and flick to the side a moment before she replies.]
It is one of the worse ways to die, being strangled. And not something I would wish on many. Even if you would simply end up here again in a week; being dead is something of an inconvenience. Especially if it was not deserved.
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[Action, Evening, March 19]
Sorry....i- it was funny!
[Action, Evening, March 19]
Is anything else troubling you, or have you settled in well enough?
[Action, Evening, March 19]
As far as okay goes here, yanno?
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[A beat.] If you need nothing else, I will return to the clinic.
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[Action, Evening, March 19]
[A faint nod in lieu of a wave and she's turning to leave, making her way to, and through, the door.]