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❅ Eighteen (Voice)

(She won't be the first or the last to deal with this, most likely. The heat of the jungle has overwhelmed the Northern lady and she is having to rest - thus it's understandable that her voice is weak.)

I have never felt so...faint. The heat is incredibly oppressive. I feel as if I can't breathe or think.

(Pausing to take a drink of water, she swallows with some difficulty.)

Is there a...remedy?

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[time for the doctor to be a doctor, he guesses]

Light, loose, non-restrictive clothing. Don't overexert. Drink plenty of water. If you know anyone with a decent working fridge that has ice in it, wrap some in a towel and apply it to the back of the neck.

I can't stress enough not to overexert. Heat stroke can kill even a powerful person who doesn't sit their ass down when they need to.

Thank you. (She appreciates the advice of a...Maester? Doctor? Healer? All of the above?) I wear far too many layers. I will rid myself of them.

(And say farewell to her noble dignity.)

[ain't no royal dignity in the tropics, fair lady]

If you feel faint or you stop sweating, come to the clinic immediately. I can reverse heat stroke before it becomes deadly.

(But there is embarrassment.)

I shall do my best to not reach that point. I didn't know one could cease to sweat?

(Why does that sound like a positive trait to her?)

[nooo it's not good at all!]

I'd go into the physiology of it but just take my word for it. I'm a doctor, I know these things. It does happen. It's an extremely dangerous symptom suggesting you may be close to death.

(But she would be less uncomfortable, surely! ~~Also near death, but shhh.~~)

I had no idea. (The more she learns, the more she is convinced...) Our bodies are strange.

[snort! he would know] No argument there.

I think the Maesters must be wrong about a lot.

Would you use bread mold to treat infection for example?

Not raw, but a certain mold is the basis for many antibiotics. If we ended up short on medications I would be able to turn one into the other.

[of course he's bragging, even if the process is far more complicated than he lets on]

Sounds like your world will catch up to one like mine eventually, if they've already made that discovery.

What of milk of the poppy? They use it to help patients sleep during procedures and to stave off pain afterward.

(They do try, bless them and studying the body is an art and a science.)

That gives me some hope.

Edited 2019-04-22 00:39 (UTC)

[H E H] ...and it's also an extremely powerful and addicting recreational drug, used that way. Distill it properly, though, and there are some pain-relieving benefits to it.

Sounds like you've learned a bit from these. Maesters, you said?

I was trained by a Septa and a lady should know the basics of treating wounds and pain. (The sight of battle wounds only encouraged her to remember those lessons in case she needed them for herself or those close to her.)

Yes, most noble houses have a Maester, trained at the Citadel, living with them.

[a lady should what? weird flex but ok, since Law would advocate anyone learning first aid]

That's better than most, I guess. A lot of people are idiots and would rather just lay there and cry for a doctor than figure out how to staunch their own blood in the middle of an emergency.

(Running a household isn't all about pretty dresses and feasts - particularly in the North.)

I've seen men bleed out. I've seen horrific wounds and scars. Letting my family suffer because I am uninformed makes their suffering my fault.

...fair enough. [with a subtle undertone of approval. He's impressed] Have you had a lot of hands-on practice, then?

On myself to a much lesser degree. There was a Maester in King's Landing, but since then, I've had to care for myself.

I also cared for a very injured Elf once - both physically and emotionally.

Mm. Here? I know we've had several injured elves over our collective time here.

It was in the last world we visited. He arrived in a terrible shape; he barely knew his name. It took time - months - but he opened up and began to talk to me.

What...really? Who?

[this is news! he's not heard this before]

Lord Maedhros. (She speaks quietly, fondly.) He became himself again over time and with plenty of care.

Him? I didn't realize he had ever been...well. Like that. When he first got here, I take it.

No, it happened in the world we visited before Hadriel.

[wait wait back the ship up]

You were both somewhere else before here? I had no idea.

We were. For over a year. (She has fond memories of that place.) I grew close to the Elves there; I lived with them.

Huh. I didn't know that. No wonder some of them were completely unfazed with all this world-traveling.

Though, it's just Fingon-ya now, isn't it?

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