Her face went stony, and she kept well away from the doctor, the huldra, and the iron bedframe. Still, there might have been a curious (or apprehensive?) gleam in her eye as she peered at Celeste.
"<Good call, doctor,>" she muttered.
Heal Assist Mercator: 18
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Not much more Nicolas can say so consider this heal check an adjunct to my last post.
Throwing out inspire competence on heal checks, so everyone gets a +2 power bonus on that skill. I guess we need a ruling if that can apply to Mercator and Nerit?
Heal to assist Mercator: 14
Also if allowed Nicolas will Chord of resilience as an immediate interrupt on Agale stopping up to 10 hp damage. Too late for that?
Throwing out inspire competence on heal checks, so everyone gets a +2 power bonus on that skill. I guess we need a ruling if that can apply to Mercator and Nerit?
Heal to assist Mercator: 14
Also if allowed Nicolas will Chord of resilience as an immediate interrupt on Agale stopping up to 10 hp damage. Too late for that?
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Tomas scowls, hating his powerlessness here. He paces, he rubs his face, he pulls his helmet off and wipes his face. Finally, Tomas grabs Varidot's hand, as if hoping to somehow impart some of his own unnatural vitality into the girl's struggling form. Or at least a little comfort.
(Got a 15 on my aid another roll-forgot the inspire competence, nice one Nick! I think that's a success. Also, would using Lay on Hands help any?)
(Got a 15 on my aid another roll-forgot the inspire competence, nice one Nick! I think that's a success. Also, would using Lay on Hands help any?)
"Is there anything keeping us from checking that place out tonight?" Besides sanity, naturally.
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Rex finished administering the poison and clinically set the cyanide cup aside. Then he fished one of his vials from his pocket and set it beside him.
"Shall I, Doctor?" he asked, watching Mercator like a hawk.
Heal check of 18 to assist and you can assume Rex feeds Celeste the antidote when the word is given.
"Shall I, Doctor?" he asked, watching Mercator like a hawk.
Heal check of 18 to assist and you can assume Rex feeds Celeste the antidote when the word is given.
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1 Days, 22 Hours, 2 Minutes
Inky's Emporium, The Midnight Market, Just past Midnight on April 23rd, 770
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Inkeri pulled down a dried bundle of herbs - sage, oddly enough - and set them alight, waving them slowly back and forth as she walked around the tent. A thick, cloying smell began to fill the air. Satisfied, she set the bundle down in an iron pot so that it could continue to smolder, then picked up her second chalice. This she filled with a pale liquid, and then dropped several fleshy, bright red yew berries into it - poisonous berries. Either the huldra did not find them so, or she intended to join Celeste in slumber. With that, Inky picked up a small black bag, reclaimed her long wooden pole, and walked over to the iron frame. She nodded to Celeste.
Celeste looked about the room one last time, and lifted the cup. "I should be tempted to give a speech, were our schedule not so very exacting...as matters stand, mesdames and messieurs, I need only propose a toast. To Amity, and to Country! And to the duties owed to both. Do please care for me while I am absent, no?"
Down the hatch.
It wasn’t pleasant to watch. For a moment the young woman seemed even giddier than normal. Then, all too quickly, she began to gasp for breath, choking for air and grasping at her chest. She finally slid into unconsciousness, the chalice slipping from her fingers to land on the ground below. It fell without a sound, and you could all feel a sudden, unpleasant pressure in your ears, like the air was pressing in on them.
Inkeri raised her own poisonous tincture to her lips, downing the liquid in one gulp. When she opened her eyes a moment later they seemed unfocused, as if looking at something that wasn’t quite there. With the wooden pole she began to stir the pot of water, starting slow, then speeding up until the water formed a miniature whirlpool. She began to chant in a steady, rhythmic tone.
She removed the pole from the water, instead using it to draw a large circle on the ground around Celeste. Many broad strokes followed, the staff leaving wet trails in the dirt, etching out a fairly accurate map of Port-a-Lucine. The water in the pot kept churning without impetus, the miniature whirlpool seeming deeper and deeper. It began to turn white, with a pale glow, and you thought you could start to see faces - tormented faces, like the ones in the well where Thierri had fallen, whispering out their regrets and anger. A young child, dead of plague before she had even lived. A woman, killed in the riots when her house was burned. A gendarme, murdered for trying to help a young girl. The whispering grew to audible levels, and Inkeri drew forth the pouch, opening it and throwing a bunch of small wooden tiles into the air.
“Four of these make him. Five of these transform him. The last is what he is now,” Inkeri said, seemingly more aware but still speaking slowly. The tiles, it turned out, had runes inscribed upon one of their faces. Some mystic art had caused all of those that had landed face down to land outside of the circle, and those face up within - sort of. One face up rune had landed within the circle, then bounced out; another had landed on its edge and rolled around before tumbling out of the circle and falling over; a third had landed on Celeste herself, and the fourth was bobbing up and down in the now calmer waters. “The four must be restored. The five must be reversed. The last must be destroyed.”
She reached out with the pole, drawing a circle in the dirt around one of the runestones, etched with something that looked like the letter “M” if it had crossbars. “Blood,” she intoned. “Mannaz. Man.” She had apparently been watching in what order the stones had fallen. “The race of men. What makes them men. A symbol of family. This is what you seek, the blood of his family.”
“Bone,” she said, circling a rune that landed on the dirt map’s Quartier Ouvrier, near the Vervain Rookery. It looked a bit like an “F” with the lines slanted upward. “Fehu. Wealth. A treasure of someone who owes him a treasure. A bone that owes him gratitude. An emissary to the dead that hold him.”
“Ash,” she said, circling a rune that had landed on the city’s mortuary. It looked a bit like a child’s drawing of a fish. “Othila. Ancestral property. A spiritual inheritance that he had no right to, thrust upon him. The ash of his predecessor, whom he seeks to replace. The body of one that once held his power, that it might draw the power back from him. This is what you seek, the ashes of the old Death.”
“Dust,” she said, circling the rune that had bounced off the Hospice of Hala and out of the circle. It looked like a large “X”. “Gebo. Gift. You seek a dust that is meaningful to what he is becoming... a chamber sacred to the Lady of Winter, that kills all mortals that step foot upon it...” Here Inkeri paused. “Gebo is a gift given to strengthen ties. Partnership. You cannot find this on your own. You must ask a partner to aid you, and trust them to do so.”
“Breath,” she said, circling the rune that had been rolling around for a while. It looked like a letter “M”. “Ehwaz. Horse. The rune of travel. An old legend, long forgotten - that deer spring forth from the shadows of the dead, lizards from their skin, owls from their soul, horses from their breath. You seek Death's last breath. It runs swiftly, and I cannot tell you where it might be, from one moment to the next. You too must find a way to travel, and catch it. But I am no expert in travel.”
“Mind,” she said, circling a rune that... looked like it had fallen on the Chateau Malchance. It was a strange, crooked cross. “Nauthiz. Need. Restriction leading to strength. Something that has bound his mind, but made him stronger for it. Now those bindings will keep his mind from shattering. Something important to him, that affects his actions. This is what you seek.”
“Flesh,” she said, circling a rune that was in the noble’s quartier. It looked like the letter “H”. “Haglaz. Hail. A sign of great sickness or injury. A bane. Something that has done great harm to him, in the past. A hailstone that struck a mortal blow. A bit of his life was caught upon it, and that life shall be returned to him. This is what you seek.”
“Soul,” she said, circling a rune that was in one of the better areas of the Quartier Ouvrier. “Kaunaz. Fire. Something to restore a broken man. Something to relight a burned-out soul. A kindred spirit. A symbol of his true self. This is what you seek.”
“Heart,” she said looking at the rune on Celeste, which resembled the letter “P”. “Wunjo. Joy. You cannot force him to survive this. The stronger his ties to this world are, the easier it is to pull him back. He must wish to come back. If he does not, he will die.”
"And the last." She fished the floating tile out of the the water. "Eihwaz. Yew. The tree of the underworld, of death and so rebirth. His name will be his undoing, his own nature the means of his destruction - from his destruction he will be freed. But I sense you already hold the answer to that."
"Bring the rest to me, that we may fashion chains to bind him. Bring the rest to me, that we may draw his power from him. Then he may be undone."
She set the staff down on the ground, holding onto it a bit as she swayed. She blinked as her eyes regained their focus, then gave a sigh.
The pressure in your ears, which had been niggling at you since Celeste had drunk the poison, suddenly began to grow unbearable. Inky winced, gesturing to Celeste as she dropped the staff and began to scramble for some kind of herbal healing. "Oh! Quickly, revive her! Quickly!"
The crystal vials Mercator had set down exploded.
Inky's Emporium, The Midnight Market, Just past Midnight on April 23rd, 770
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"I am divining upon their rightful role of Death, though they may not possess it at the moment," the woman said with a small pout. "I overstep my place."Agale wrote:"I'm afraid I do not follow. Would not these Triarchs welcome any endeavor which works to restore the status quo concerning the avatar of death?" Agale asked.
Inkeri pulled down a dried bundle of herbs - sage, oddly enough - and set them alight, waving them slowly back and forth as she walked around the tent. A thick, cloying smell began to fill the air. Satisfied, she set the bundle down in an iron pot so that it could continue to smolder, then picked up her second chalice. This she filled with a pale liquid, and then dropped several fleshy, bright red yew berries into it - poisonous berries. Either the huldra did not find them so, or she intended to join Celeste in slumber. With that, Inky picked up a small black bag, reclaimed her long wooden pole, and walked over to the iron frame. She nodded to Celeste.
Celeste looked about the room one last time, and lifted the cup. "I should be tempted to give a speech, were our schedule not so very exacting...as matters stand, mesdames and messieurs, I need only propose a toast. To Amity, and to Country! And to the duties owed to both. Do please care for me while I am absent, no?"
Down the hatch.
It wasn’t pleasant to watch. For a moment the young woman seemed even giddier than normal. Then, all too quickly, she began to gasp for breath, choking for air and grasping at her chest. She finally slid into unconsciousness, the chalice slipping from her fingers to land on the ground below. It fell without a sound, and you could all feel a sudden, unpleasant pressure in your ears, like the air was pressing in on them.
Inkeri raised her own poisonous tincture to her lips, downing the liquid in one gulp. When she opened her eyes a moment later they seemed unfocused, as if looking at something that wasn’t quite there. With the wooden pole she began to stir the pot of water, starting slow, then speeding up until the water formed a miniature whirlpool. She began to chant in a steady, rhythmic tone.
She removed the pole from the water, instead using it to draw a large circle on the ground around Celeste. Many broad strokes followed, the staff leaving wet trails in the dirt, etching out a fairly accurate map of Port-a-Lucine. The water in the pot kept churning without impetus, the miniature whirlpool seeming deeper and deeper. It began to turn white, with a pale glow, and you thought you could start to see faces - tormented faces, like the ones in the well where Thierri had fallen, whispering out their regrets and anger. A young child, dead of plague before she had even lived. A woman, killed in the riots when her house was burned. A gendarme, murdered for trying to help a young girl. The whispering grew to audible levels, and Inkeri drew forth the pouch, opening it and throwing a bunch of small wooden tiles into the air.
- "Blood." It was Poincare’s voice careful, precise, tired, like an echo out of time - just as she had sounded the night she had died.
Your flesh is ours, came the whispering of wraiths, in macabre echo.
“Bone.”
Your heart is ours.
"Ash."
Your mind is ours.
"Dust."
Your soul is ours.
"Breath."
"I am Thanatos..."
- "Blood." It was Poincare’s voice careful, precise, tired, like an echo out of time - just as she had sounded the night she had died.
“Four of these make him. Five of these transform him. The last is what he is now,” Inkeri said, seemingly more aware but still speaking slowly. The tiles, it turned out, had runes inscribed upon one of their faces. Some mystic art had caused all of those that had landed face down to land outside of the circle, and those face up within - sort of. One face up rune had landed within the circle, then bounced out; another had landed on its edge and rolled around before tumbling out of the circle and falling over; a third had landed on Celeste herself, and the fourth was bobbing up and down in the now calmer waters. “The four must be restored. The five must be reversed. The last must be destroyed.”
She reached out with the pole, drawing a circle in the dirt around one of the runestones, etched with something that looked like the letter “M” if it had crossbars. “Blood,” she intoned. “Mannaz. Man.” She had apparently been watching in what order the stones had fallen. “The race of men. What makes them men. A symbol of family. This is what you seek, the blood of his family.”
“Bone,” she said, circling a rune that landed on the dirt map’s Quartier Ouvrier, near the Vervain Rookery. It looked a bit like an “F” with the lines slanted upward. “Fehu. Wealth. A treasure of someone who owes him a treasure. A bone that owes him gratitude. An emissary to the dead that hold him.”
“Ash,” she said, circling a rune that had landed on the city’s mortuary. It looked a bit like a child’s drawing of a fish. “Othila. Ancestral property. A spiritual inheritance that he had no right to, thrust upon him. The ash of his predecessor, whom he seeks to replace. The body of one that once held his power, that it might draw the power back from him. This is what you seek, the ashes of the old Death.”
“Dust,” she said, circling the rune that had bounced off the Hospice of Hala and out of the circle. It looked like a large “X”. “Gebo. Gift. You seek a dust that is meaningful to what he is becoming... a chamber sacred to the Lady of Winter, that kills all mortals that step foot upon it...” Here Inkeri paused. “Gebo is a gift given to strengthen ties. Partnership. You cannot find this on your own. You must ask a partner to aid you, and trust them to do so.”
“Breath,” she said, circling the rune that had been rolling around for a while. It looked like a letter “M”. “Ehwaz. Horse. The rune of travel. An old legend, long forgotten - that deer spring forth from the shadows of the dead, lizards from their skin, owls from their soul, horses from their breath. You seek Death's last breath. It runs swiftly, and I cannot tell you where it might be, from one moment to the next. You too must find a way to travel, and catch it. But I am no expert in travel.”
“Mind,” she said, circling a rune that... looked like it had fallen on the Chateau Malchance. It was a strange, crooked cross. “Nauthiz. Need. Restriction leading to strength. Something that has bound his mind, but made him stronger for it. Now those bindings will keep his mind from shattering. Something important to him, that affects his actions. This is what you seek.”
“Flesh,” she said, circling a rune that was in the noble’s quartier. It looked like the letter “H”. “Haglaz. Hail. A sign of great sickness or injury. A bane. Something that has done great harm to him, in the past. A hailstone that struck a mortal blow. A bit of his life was caught upon it, and that life shall be returned to him. This is what you seek.”
“Soul,” she said, circling a rune that was in one of the better areas of the Quartier Ouvrier. “Kaunaz. Fire. Something to restore a broken man. Something to relight a burned-out soul. A kindred spirit. A symbol of his true self. This is what you seek.”
“Heart,” she said looking at the rune on Celeste, which resembled the letter “P”. “Wunjo. Joy. You cannot force him to survive this. The stronger his ties to this world are, the easier it is to pull him back. He must wish to come back. If he does not, he will die.”
"And the last." She fished the floating tile out of the the water. "Eihwaz. Yew. The tree of the underworld, of death and so rebirth. His name will be his undoing, his own nature the means of his destruction - from his destruction he will be freed. But I sense you already hold the answer to that."
"Bring the rest to me, that we may fashion chains to bind him. Bring the rest to me, that we may draw his power from him. Then he may be undone."
She set the staff down on the ground, holding onto it a bit as she swayed. She blinked as her eyes regained their focus, then gave a sigh.
The pressure in your ears, which had been niggling at you since Celeste had drunk the poison, suddenly began to grow unbearable. Inky winced, gesturing to Celeste as she dropped the staff and began to scramble for some kind of herbal healing. "Oh! Quickly, revive her! Quickly!"
The crystal vials Mercator had set down exploded.
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"Hell's bells!" Lia curses, throwing up her arm to protect her face from flying glass. Once she is sure that particular hazard is past, however, she surges forward and starts chafing Celeste's wrists and patting her cheeks. "Have you cold water?" she asks of Inkeri. "A few drops, cast into her face, should prove helpful."
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The ceremony itself is...distracting to say the least. "Adam's rib!" The explosion is almost a reprieve, to be honest. Well, mostly. "Wonderful." Tomas muttered, getting a sliver of crystal in his face. What's another scar?, he thinks to himself, trying to ignore the massive amount of worry building in his breast.
"Inkeri, stand back!" Tomas snapped, carefully trying to measure the dosage he was about to give Celeste. He doesn't want to freak the huldra out, after all. Finding the artery on her wrist quickly, Tomas attempts to find something resembling a pulse, that he can grab onto and gently strengthen...
...come on...
What kind of girl is this?, Tomas again asks himself, as he struggles with an uncommonly stubborn psychic will. A dozen problems manifest themselves, but Eisenwald has no time for self recrimination. It would take a keen eye to notice the faint crackle of electricity along Tomas's hands as he focuses on Celeste's wavering life force. Keeping her wrist in one hand, he gently presses down on her collarbone.
"Its time to wake up, Celeste." Eisenwald speaks in a clear, calm, almost paternal tone, as though he were some favorite uncle trying to wake the girl up before she was really in trouble. "You wouldn't want to keep everyone waiting, would you? We have so much to do today! And who else could put the sunshine in everyone's smile?"
He'll worry about where he got that kind of phraseology later.
(Lay On Hands. Let me know if I need to roll something to keep the power from spooking Inkeri.)
"Inkeri, stand back!" Tomas snapped, carefully trying to measure the dosage he was about to give Celeste. He doesn't want to freak the huldra out, after all. Finding the artery on her wrist quickly, Tomas attempts to find something resembling a pulse, that he can grab onto and gently strengthen...
...come on...
What kind of girl is this?, Tomas again asks himself, as he struggles with an uncommonly stubborn psychic will. A dozen problems manifest themselves, but Eisenwald has no time for self recrimination. It would take a keen eye to notice the faint crackle of electricity along Tomas's hands as he focuses on Celeste's wavering life force. Keeping her wrist in one hand, he gently presses down on her collarbone.
"Its time to wake up, Celeste." Eisenwald speaks in a clear, calm, almost paternal tone, as though he were some favorite uncle trying to wake the girl up before she was really in trouble. "You wouldn't want to keep everyone waiting, would you? We have so much to do today! And who else could put the sunshine in everyone's smile?"
He'll worry about where he got that kind of phraseology later.
(Lay On Hands. Let me know if I need to roll something to keep the power from spooking Inkeri.)
"Is there anything keeping us from checking that place out tonight?" Besides sanity, naturally.
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"Please," Rex murmured to Lia, "Calm yourself, Miss. Doctor Melanchthon and I have the matter in hand."
He watched Tomas use his power and then unstoppered his vial of antitoxin, propped Celeste's head up, and gently drained the vial down her throat.
"Give her some air," he ordered quietly, "Cyanide poisoning causes terrible shortness of breath. It would help to give her room to breathe."
Using antitoxin on Celeste, along with my Heal check. Do I need a new Heal? I have a +9 modifier.
He watched Tomas use his power and then unstoppered his vial of antitoxin, propped Celeste's head up, and gently drained the vial down her throat.
"Give her some air," he ordered quietly, "Cyanide poisoning causes terrible shortness of breath. It would help to give her room to breathe."
Using antitoxin on Celeste, along with my Heal check. Do I need a new Heal? I have a +9 modifier.
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Celeste breathed in.
This was understating the case. Celeste breathed in desperately, sat up so hard that she nearly clocked Rex in the nose with her forehead, and clutched Tomas' arm with the force of someone who has been hiding from both her romantic interest and the Moon at once. Exactly that amount of force, actually.
The next several seconds were spent in an extremely unhealthy-sounding coughing fit. The tears were difficult to notice in comparison, though just as vehement. All you could hear was something that sounded like "...Most distressing..." amidst the sobs.
This was understating the case. Celeste breathed in desperately, sat up so hard that she nearly clocked Rex in the nose with her forehead, and clutched Tomas' arm with the force of someone who has been hiding from both her romantic interest and the Moon at once. Exactly that amount of force, actually.
The next several seconds were spent in an extremely unhealthy-sounding coughing fit. The tears were difficult to notice in comparison, though just as vehement. All you could hear was something that sounded like "...Most distressing..." amidst the sobs.
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"I'd say my method's usually less dangerous...but all things considered, I'm probably wrong." Kerrian said quietly, looking Celeste over.
"Some of those things seem really straightforward, and some of them...not so much." Kerrian started into a pace, which was rather amusing in the likely crowded shop. "The last breath worries me...and some of those things, we'll probably have to go back to his family. I've got ideas on some, but I'm really not sure.."
"Some of those things seem really straightforward, and some of them...not so much." Kerrian started into a pace, which was rather amusing in the likely crowded shop. "The last breath worries me...and some of those things, we'll probably have to go back to his family. I've got ideas on some, but I'm really not sure.."
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Nerit careened past the others like a clipper at full sail.
"Boys. Back off." She gave Tomas and Mercator a warning glare, to stay any protests. This was clearly ladies' work, according to her.
Arms ran around Celeste to enfold her and support her as she cried, coughed, and sputtered. "Shh, cherie, you are safe now. Safest you'll ever be; at the Market," Nerit cooed.
"Ezra is here with you," she whispered and wiped the young woman's reddened cheeks with her own handkerchief.
She didn't ponder the divination, or speak of prophecies. The time now was for comfort.
"Boys. Back off." She gave Tomas and Mercator a warning glare, to stay any protests. This was clearly ladies' work, according to her.
Arms ran around Celeste to enfold her and support her as she cried, coughed, and sputtered. "Shh, cherie, you are safe now. Safest you'll ever be; at the Market," Nerit cooed.
"Ezra is here with you," she whispered and wiped the young woman's reddened cheeks with her own handkerchief.
She didn't ponder the divination, or speak of prophecies. The time now was for comfort.
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Mercator dodges Celeste's lunge upward and exhales himself. "Mademoiselle. Breath deeply and evenly, as long as you can. You will pass through several phases of difficulty in breathing over the next hour or so. Do not be alarmed; the danger is past." Not necessarily true, that, but anxiety will only make the attacks worse. "When you feel such an attack coming on, cease your activities and recline."
Grasping her hand briefly, he says, "Bravely done. We thank you, mademoiselle." Standing, he moves away and does his best to imitate a piece of furniture; it's not privacy, but it's the best that can be done under the circumstances.
Grasping her hand briefly, he says, "Bravely done. We thank you, mademoiselle." Standing, he moves away and does his best to imitate a piece of furniture; it's not privacy, but it's the best that can be done under the circumstances.
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Re: The Shattered City: Chapter Four
"Uhm..." Tomas would love to move; comfort is a one on one sort of thing. The problem is Celeste has a grip like a steel vise. He also feels a bit like a fool for forgetting about the antivenom, but its a minor squall amid a sea of worry. Eisenwald just sort of tries to position himself to give Nerit all the room she needs without triggering a tug of war with Celeste.
She might win, after all.
She might win, after all.
"Is there anything keeping us from checking that place out tonight?" Besides sanity, naturally.
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"Do you feel up to telling us what happened?" Lia asks. She has not gone far from the bedside, despite Mercator's assurances. Her voice sounds a little gruff, but not unfriendly. Very cautiously, the Mage reaches out and puts her hand on top of the one Celeste is using to squeeze the life out of Tomas.
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Rex stuck the empty vial back in his jacket and dusted his sleeves.
"When we return to the city," he said, "I will stop by my store and procure a medicine that should alleviate some of the stress on your lungs, Miss Viardot. As the doctor says, you should be much better within an hour or so, but it would be best to have contingencies."
He stood up and nodded his head, then retreated from the scene.
"When we return to the city," he said, "I will stop by my store and procure a medicine that should alleviate some of the stress on your lungs, Miss Viardot. As the doctor says, you should be much better within an hour or so, but it would be best to have contingencies."
He stood up and nodded his head, then retreated from the scene.