tushanshu | 003 - early September

[Raine looks serious when she starts the video feed. This isn't unusual, per se, but she also looks like she might have been ill recently. Either that or she needs a lot more sleep than she's getting.]

If you were wounded in the recent altercation, even if you were healed at the time, please check in with one of the Foreigner healers at the hospital, just to be sure. Whatever toxin was on those weapons is a nasty piece of work; I thought I'd purged it from my system almost immediately, but still suffered some not insignificant illness. [If anyone's familiar with how quickly she can heal most things -- very -- this may be slightly concerning.] Given who exactly was most probably at the root of the attacks, this is not the time for stoicism, especially if you were exposed to a greater dose.

If you were hurt, and especially if you notice anything out of the ordinary, let someone know. If the hospital bothers you, or if you have privacy concerns, you can come to me directly. Even if it turns out to be nothing, it's far better to err on the side of caution when it comes to the enemy. There are few enough of us that it's foolish to take needless risks.

[Raine is far, far too familiar with how hiding potentially serious injury or illness goes. She's not even sure there will be any aftereffects, but this is something with which they can't afford to take any chances as far as she's concerned. And given that the majority of Foreigners she's met seem to have a similar sort of stubborn independence... well, she's not even sure she'll get a response, but it's worth trying.]

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[[ooc; this should be only a few days after the big fight. timeline slightly fuzzy but definitely not after the fifth of September or so.]]

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[It's odd that the translations still seem to manage that sort of thing at times, really. At any rate, Enjolras is nodding at her words.]

Yes, rather. It is...almost as though realizing how stupid some things are make it a bit worse, too. Which should hardly make any sense, I know.

[He doesn't like the symptoms so much either. There is a sort of fear that comes over Enjolras when it comes to these things actually. Mostly for the fact that there are some people, and a turtle, who he does not want to scare away.]

I do not think that it is so bad as to make me violent. Not...I recognize the urges and I try to remove myself from those situations or to do a bit of...someone was teaching me some meditation, once. It helps a little as a way to cope,or finding other things to do, at times.

[Granted, these sorts of things are those that usually require some kind of furious action on his part, cleaning or writing, or finding games of a more physical nature to play with Taraja, or reorganizing the books that he and Combeferre shared, even putting up some (rather awkward) shelves with the materials from the Barricade That Wasnt, to install some sense of order in the place, and really, in his life.]

I am lucky it has not gone that far, but I still am rather perplexed as to how to work on fixing this. I worry.

[He's better off than some people, at least. That's something of a relief.]

I believe I do take your meaning, however. I'm glad you've been able to cope so far.

Let me know when you plan to come in. I don't know yet how to help this, but I'm going to do everything I can to find a solution. If you don't mind letting me look you over, that's a place to start.

[She doesn't know if it will help or not, but anything is better than nothing at this point.]

[Enjolras is rather glad his wounds will eventually heal in time, or at least, he's reasonably sure they will, given the size of them and the fact he is already still alive after the experience. That's something, anyway. He's nodding at the words there.]

I appreciate that you care. I can be by directly and wait until you are free. I have some people who I ought to explain the details to, in case they are short staffed without me. Barring that, I have a book that I've been reading too.

[Nor is Enjolras, but he also knows that this injury is about everyone who fought and was wounded there, and every contribution can help someone in future, at least in terms of data. Combeferre had been rather insistent about data always being important too, for what it did. It's grown on him a little, he guesses.]

[If his wounds aren't completely healed, she can and will fix that for him. The toxin she probably can't, but she's surely going to try.]

All right. I'll meet you there in a little while, then.

[She shouldn't have to tell him to be careful. He seems to have that much common sense at least.]

[That would probably help a lot. His shoulder has been fairly stiff, under the makeshift first aid wraps and other attempts made at doctoring himself, in a fairly awkward place. He wishes Combeferre or, at least, Joly were here to help with that, but if magic is involved, fixing it would be rather hard for his friends.]

Thank you. That would help quite a bit.

[He'll be careful, yes. No dangerous things to throw himself into until later,after all.]

[She gives him a little nod.] It's no trouble. Until then.

[And she reaches to shut the console off, thoughts already somewhere else.]

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