[ He nods. Isaac doesn’t put particular value on anyone’s word.
What he thinks is that they don’t have much control over the matter. There are only so many healers — fewer, with every battle, and if he’s honed any skill above others it’s surviving —
What he says is: ]
You don’t have to do that alone.
[ (Is this ammunition? Stows it for the same drawer as all the other wounds that he’d rather not wield — will, if pressed.)
A glance: Humour me, ]
Breathe in. What do you smell?
[ A bit of sweat and winter. Above it the peculiar, cloying scent of herbs. ]
If your organs drop below 72dpi see a doctor
What he thinks is that they don’t have much control over the matter. There are only so many healers — fewer, with every battle, and if he’s honed any skill above others it’s surviving —
What he says is: ]
You don’t have to do that alone.
[ (Is this ammunition? Stows it for the same drawer as all the other wounds that he’d rather not wield — will, if pressed.)
A glance: Humour me, ]
Breathe in. What do you smell?
[ A bit of sweat and winter. Above it the peculiar, cloying scent of herbs. ]