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Alesha Valethi, Healer. Indie Skyrim RP blog. Mod is 21+ Please read the guidelines.

[tinkerbrielle]

Brielle’s return smile was unfairly cautious. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty to do.”

[nahilad]

Another nerve struck. Alesha pursed her lips, “I suppose I’m getting a bit ahead of myself, aren’t I?”

[tinkerbrielle]

“He probably won’t. He took the exit very personally.” Brielle shook her head. “I’m not upset. I’m just a little tired of all the shit, honestly.”

[nahilad]

“Well, hopefully there’ll be none on my end,” she smiled, “I’m more than excited to start working with everyone. You, especially!”

[tinkerbrielle]

“He left,” Brielle said, decisive and firm. “Left a note, left for good. I think there’s plans to hunt him down, but I’m not privy to them, yet.”

[nahilad]

She frowned, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to upset you. I was curious. Az never talked about him.”

[tinkerbrielle]

“I would absolutely do my best. Maybe he’ll let me take a look at it.” Brielle sighed. “It’s a touchy subject for him.”

[nahilad]

“I don’t doubt it would be, I hear he’s a musician, that must hurt.” She sighed, “Well, whenever he lets me cross that bridge-- sooner rather than later I hope-- I’m glad I can come bother you for some help.”

And here, she was curious, “Why did your old doctor leave?” A beat, “Did he even leave at all?” This was after all, a guild of killers.

[whereshadowsfall]

Az is feeling petulant. He shrugs. “We’ll see.”

[nahilad]

She sighs, she doesn’t want to argue. “I don’t want to see you--” she purses her lips, “Just don’t die, ok?”

[tinkerbrielle]

Brielle frowns. “No. Evariste wouldn’t let me help with his little machines, ever. Right bastard. But I’ll help with what I can.”

She sets the knife aside with a clack that was far more irritated and sharp than she meant it to be. “He was replacing bits of himself with Dwemer metal. His eyes, his hands. I wasn’t shy about how unsettling it was. And he hated my jokes, my nickname for him. We weren’t on what I’d call ‘great’ terms.”

[nahilad]

“Oh,” she wrinkled her nose at the thought, “His eye?” She wouldn’t ever thought of doing such a thing, “Well, I’d like help. I need to be able to fix Maksim’s hand if anything needs replacing. And I’m sure you’d be able to help.” She smiles.

[felnyx-deactivated20170707]

Felnyx sits back and lets the healer does what she’s meant to. “I always used to just forget to eat, but now I’m living with a chef. I’ve had three meals, but it feels like all I’ve done since I came here is eat.” He laughs, and contains a smile until the question of drugs comes up. “Two, three weeks? As soon as I’d gone and killed that first guy, I was too nervous to leave my house even to get the drugs. Believe me, it was hell. And worse than the first time I tried to quit. It’s easing off now but I’m still getting a pounding headache. Wine helps, for some reason but I can’t afford to be drinking all the time. Don’t want to end up replacing one addiction with another.”

[nahilad]

Alesha’s seen the sort before. Skooma addicts, trying to find one more thrill to ride out whatever awful memories they remembered. And in the time she’s spent on Solstheim, it wasn’t hard to empathize with the poor fetchers who turned to the sugar for a quick escape.

Some cleaned up in time, realizing their mistake in the reflection of a crying mother or spouse. Others.... well, not so much.

“You don’t need me to tell you to be more careful,” she warns, as she flips through another book, much older and battered, “We’ll have to start cleaning the body of the sugar, sometimes you don’t notice the withdrawals until much later, or it manifests into other annoyances, like your headache.”

She makes a few notes in her journal, “Come see me later, I’ll prepare something that will help, and then tomorrow, we can start walking through getting you clean. It won’t be easy, of course.”

[tinkerbrielle]

[She patiently endures the prodding.] I don’t think I have a choice, do I? But, no, I don’t mind. Go for it.

[nahilad]

Well, I don’t want to think I’m forcing anyone to answer! But it is for your health, after all!

[ she lists down a sundry of questions; was she sexually active? did she catch any diseases? What about drinking, smoking and drugs? Other dangerous habits? Old injuries? Chronic illnesses? Underlying diseases caught as a child? It was a thorough list, and Alesha believed that a more complete medical history helped paved the way for a better medical future. ]

[tinkerbrielle]

“Sure, though it depends a bit on what you want.” Brielle accepted the knife back, then lazily flipped it open. Sure, she was showing off a bit, but who wouldn’t want such a pretty lady admiring them?

“If it’s complicated and needs planning, I’m the one to help. If it’s a normal thing, you’d want to bother Rugar, my brother, our smith. He’s not Brotherhood but he helps out. If it’s woodworking or the like, though, you’ll have to commission a carpenter somewhere.”

[nahilad]

Alesha was fixated on Brielle’s hands and how they worked the blade.

“There’s a fellow here with a mechanical hand,” she blinks back to reality, “Did you help in building that? He wouldn’t let me examine it, he’s embarrassed about it, I think. Anyway, I was wondering if you’d have the plans for it still. Or... anything your old doctor left. I’m working with... nothing. Azarath isn’t helping.”

[felnyx-deactivated20170707]

”Absolutely honest, I promise.”

He has no qualms about answering personal questions any more, he’s been through this routine time and time again. Sometimes he got an itch or a rash after sleeping with someone hygienically questionable, and that was nothing to be ashamed of.

“Felnyx, not any more but I used to be very, a few in the past but they were all treated, yes, yes and yes, frequently but I want to quit the skooma. Anything else, doctor?”

[nahilad]

She was actually surprised at how forthcoming he was, “Well, hmm,” she notes it all down. He’s answered everything, honestly, she hopes and she supposes that will have to do.

“We’ll now move onto physical examinations. I need to make sure there’s nothing abnormal, you will need to be at the peak of your health. Come,” she gestures for him to sit forward, as she presses and tabs and rubs different parts on his body. She hmms and mmms after a while, nothing everything down, measuring lengths and girths and everything else.

“Well, well, Serjo Felnyx, it looks like you’ve come a long way. Quitting something as addictive is skooma is difficult, but already, there’s effects of it on your body. I recommend getting a more balanced diet, see that our chef prepares you something. Of course, you’ll also need some exercise and training, get your strength back.”

She examines his face, turning it this way and that, checking his eyes and mouth, “Now, how long ago since you’ve done skooma?”

[whereshadowsfall]

“Later on?” He balks. “My recovering head injury isn’t going to degenerate my long-term memory over time; I don’t think that’s how that works. I’m not exactly senile.” 

[nahilad]

She raises a brow, and lets out a sigh, “Let’s not get ourselves tied into knots. Fine, we’ll do it your way. I won’t argue about this any further. But you have to be a little more careful now.”

[nahilad]

Did you know that healers and seamstresses are the funniest occupations? They always leave people in stitches.

[ she actually laughs at that ]

Alright, I’ll give you a pass on that one, you fiend!

[nahilad]

"Are you the doctor? I was told to come for a physical examination or something."

“Ah yes! You’re the newblood. Well, certainly newer than I am, come in, have a seat.” She gestures to a wooden chair, as she goes off to grab a book of records. Flipping through the massive book, she happens upon a new page, and readies her quill with ink.

“Now then, I’m Alesha. I want you to be absolutely honest with me when we’re speaking, yes? This is very important.

Let’s start with some questions. First off, what’s your name? Secondly; are you sexually active? If yes, have you caught any diseases? Do you smoke, drink or use drugs? If yes, how often do you partake in these activities?” She lists off questions upon questions, some completely too personal for a regular conversation, but one can see Alesha’s maintained a very professional front.

[whereshadowsfall]

“My long-term memory is fine. It’s the new memories I can’t fucking keep in my head.” He narrows his eyes; he’s getting agitated. 

[nahilad]

Stubborn, as always. He was probably as stubborn as her, and she can see the agitation in his eyes. He was still easy to read.

“Don’t dodge the question,” she spoke softly, calmly, “I’m worried. I want to help you. Your long term memory may be fine now, but it’s not going to stay that way forever. We need to work on this now so you don’t end up on your face later on.”

[whereshadowsfall]

Az raises his eyebrows. “I’ve had people taking notes. I’ve been getting better. You’re a little late to game on this one, Al.”

[nahilad]

“You have to start writing down the other parts too, like where you were born, what’s your full name, your birth date, where you’ve lived, the people you know and how you know them. Even things like what you’ve had for dinner and who you’ve spoken to.”

She frowns, “This is only going to get worse. When was the last time you’ve had someone write something down for you?”

[whereshadowsfall]

What do you suppose I do? You should have seen me a few months ago.

[nahilad]

She’s frustrated, and horrified, her chest burns with anxiety and when she speaks, she uses a tone that a Temple Elder might have used on a young initiate, “Azarath Ivithri,” her eyes were focused now, “We’re going to have to work on this. I cannot bring your memories back, but we have to put a system in place to help you remember better. Do you have any scraps of paper to write reminders? Perhaps one of the newbloods to become an assistant? Help me out here.”

[whereshadowsfall]

You said – [Az pauses for a moment, brow furrowed. He tries for a moment, but he’s clearly used to this enough for it to be frustrating, but unsurprising.]

Shit, [he breathes.] No. 

[nahilad]

[ huffs ]

Azarath.

This is a problem.

Have you done anything about it?