[ hawke is like a kid on her first outing, her attention is on e v e r y t h i n g. she's gonna get whiplash from turning her head so constantly. oh maker, that smells incredible. ]
I'm familiar with them, but I don't live by the beach. [so no boardwalk for her. she frowns, watching her get so giddy over all the food.] You really think it smells good?
Kirkwall's a coastal city but we don't have anything even close to this. The salt air, however...
[ that bit feels nostalgic. the rest is just her being her ]
After weeks of stew and whatever questionable things we've managed, a bit of fried anything starts sounding fantastic. ...Not to mention incredibly questionable. Why would you even fry a pickle, anyway?
It's as real of a medicine as we get back home. Though I suppose we do get the additional benefit of healers enhancing potions and whatnot for effectiveness.
From what I understand of it, it mostly nudges things along faster than what time would naturally do. So things like scrapes and bruises simply go through its healing process quicker and broken bones are set back into proper place, etc etc.
[ she kind've shrugs otherwise. not a mage! ]
The nuances are beyond me, however. I've watched Anders in his clinic and even he can't fix every single disease and sickness out there.
It'd be far too easy if it was. I'm sure for mages who are more specialized in healing, their gifts can do more but the amount of mana it takes to do it must be enormous.
[ and then we end up with red lyrium problems! but asa doesn't need to know that part ]
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imagine if that was the only thing I wrote. ...actually. ]
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extremely valid
asa sniffs the air, wrinkling her nose in disgust.]
It smells so greasy...
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[ hawke is like a kid on her first outing, her attention is on e v e r y t h i n g. she's gonna get whiplash from turning her head so constantly. oh maker, that smells incredible. ]
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I'm familiar with them, but I don't live by the beach. [so no boardwalk for her. she frowns, watching her get so giddy over all the food.] You really think it smells good?
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[ that bit feels nostalgic. the rest is just her being her ]
After weeks of stew and whatever questionable things we've managed, a bit of fried anything starts sounding fantastic. ...Not to mention incredibly questionable. Why would you even fry a pickle, anyway?
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there's a look of understanding on her face, up until fried pickles are brought into the occasion.]
Because you hate yourself? There's no way that tastes good.
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You never know until you try it.
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[ eat a herb, asa ]
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Mint is good for settling the stomach. Helps with nausea and the like too.
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It's as real of a medicine as we get back home. Though I suppose we do get the additional benefit of healers enhancing potions and whatnot for effectiveness.
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Magic does very occasionally make things better.
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How does it work? Healing magic, that is.
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[ she kind've shrugs otherwise. not a mage! ]
The nuances are beyond me, however. I've watched Anders in his clinic and even he can't fix every single disease and sickness out there.
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[ and then we end up with red lyrium problems! but asa doesn't need to know that part ]