[ so far only 2/3 of you are getting a lecture actually >:T ]
Bluntly, it might have been better for us to know and have something ready for when you guys got back. At least we can be prepared for missions we know about. [ oocly though, i’m like no keep it secret. make us all yell and panic. ]
Luckily we got another pod though, so it’s bit less… [ hectic? insane? ] … difficult to get everyone sorted. [ he does snort a little at her grumbling about the antiseptic though. ] Like when you get something in a paper cut? That almost feels like it hurts more than being stabbed.
[Because he's right. And she feels a little stupid, not doing so in the first place. Especially with how badly Yuri was hurt at the end.]
I'm glad there's another pod, though. If we could open up four or five, or six? It seems to be about six or so each time, I think. So that would be ideal. Except that first week?
[Eight that time. She blows out a sigh.]
I can handle scratches, though. I've done it before. You don't have to keep fussing over me.
[ that... but also one of you was NICE and sent him a message :T ]
Probably a good idea. Pick someone you trust, if no one else. They'll be aware at least and can act.
Mm... they've mentioned getting another. It's dependant on what's available on each planet. I think Metis is hoping to find one at our next location, at the very least. Four would let the first lot back have some healing and get themselves out of the woods before the next lot returned.
[ eight... so many. ]
Yeah, but hands are a pain in the ass to wrap yourself. Might as well take the help while it's offered.
What would be most ideal is that the next portal that opens up is one that zips us all back to our own homes.
[Imagine if life could be that wonderful.
She flexes a few of the freshly wrapped fingers. They're still working on the rest.]
Well. I won't be playing the harp any time soon. [They very much want to curl into her palm and simply stay there, inert.] It's better than my feet, though. That was the worst, running straight on top of the thorns. I got off very easy this time.
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where he will hover to make sure she gets her wrists bandaged. hell, he's probably helping. he can bandage wounds pretty well after all. ]
This was a mission? Amalthea was with you, so that should've meant you were pre-warned.
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Yes, yes, we were pre-warned. I didn't want anyone to worry...
[Also he better be giving the same lecture to everyone today. Rosamund flinches as she cleans a deeper gash with antispetic.]
I swear, the smaller it is, the worse it feels getting fixed.
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Bluntly, it might have been better for us to know and have something ready for when you guys got back. At least we can be prepared for missions we know about. [ oocly though, i’m like no keep it secret. make us all yell and panic. ]
Luckily we got another pod though, so it’s bit less… [ hectic? insane? ] … difficult to get everyone sorted. [ he does snort a little at her grumbling about the antiseptic though. ] Like when you get something in a paper cut? That almost feels like it hurts more than being stabbed.
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If it happens again, I'll let everyone know.
[Because he's right. And she feels a little stupid, not doing so in the first place. Especially with how badly Yuri was hurt at the end.]
I'm glad there's another pod, though. If we could open up four or five, or six? It seems to be about six or so each time, I think. So that would be ideal. Except that first week?
[Eight that time. She blows out a sigh.]
I can handle scratches, though. I've done it before. You don't have to keep fussing over me.
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Probably a good idea. Pick someone you trust, if no one else. They'll be aware at least and can act.
Mm... they've mentioned getting another. It's dependant on what's available on each planet. I think Metis is hoping to find one at our next location, at the very least. Four would let the first lot back have some healing and get themselves out of the woods before the next lot returned.
[ eight... so many. ]
Yeah, but hands are a pain in the ass to wrap yourself. Might as well take the help while it's offered.
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[Imagine if life could be that wonderful.
She flexes a few of the freshly wrapped fingers. They're still working on the rest.]
Well. I won't be playing the harp any time soon. [They very much want to curl into her palm and simply stay there, inert.] It's better than my feet, though. That was the worst, running straight on top of the thorns. I got off very easy this time.