towerofanimus | 03. whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

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03. whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

Characters: Everyone who got injured in the event and accordingly went to the infirmary.
Setting: Infirmary, backdated to just after event.
Format: Either!
Summary: People obviously got hurt in all the chaos during the Tower's re-stabilizing. A lot of people probably went to the infirmary after waking up in their rooms still injured from the fight. Post a new comment thread here with your character and tag other peoples' threads!
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, trauma, etc etc. Language, too. Will edit if anything else comes up.

[Hospitals are so boring. Well, at least misery loves company?]

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[ Remember their little conversation during the fighting, England?

Well, Link has returned. How the hell they're uninjured is a question unto itself--it seems that whatever Link did is magic, all right. That, or sheer skill. There are obvious cuts and scrapes and whatnot but no bandages, as everything is already healing over. In fact... Link comes into the infirmary with a little bottle.

Why, what is that in it? It appears to be some sort of... liquid. Potion, perhaps? It is certainly not tea, but Link has also brought in a tea set! .... Granted, it's nothing fancy, but it was dug up from somewhere, so. ]

... Hello, Arthur.

[ And Link sets the tray down on a nearby table, pulling up a stolen chair for visitors nearby. ]

I believe I might have something to help with your injuries if you're willing to take it. It should at least expedite the healing process.

[ The blue potion is not the most... appetizing looking drink, in that bottle, but it will heal you for sure if you actually drink it! ]

[Upon seeing Link's state, England almost feels jealous. Vaguely, he wonders when -- or even if -- his nation healing would kick in. The more severe injuries took longer to heal, no doubt, but even something as simple as a broken pinky should be feeling a little better already.

His eyes fall on the teaset, and his jealousy gives way to pleasant surprise.] Fancy seeing you here. [There's certainly much worse company he could ask for.

Her statement elicits an inquisitive look. He peeks at the bottle, surveying the strange liquid inside. It...well, let's just say that with the way he cooks, England doesn't notice anything particularly offputting about whatever is in there, aside from the fact that it's colored like a sugary children's drink.] I'm completely willing, if you are not opposed to parting with it for my sake.

[ Link tends to be far from poor company. At least, so they'd hope. But no, it is not a sugary children's drink, thank goodness (your liver will thank you!), it is merely a blue potion.

Link carries a ton of empty bottles for this reason, precisely. This is why you are now being offered said bottle, England! ]

My visit was somewhat deliberate, I admit. Many were injured in that... situation.

[ There is a small pause here, as Link considers what to say next. ]

... This potion is made from very potent things, from my world. It restores body and spirit. I am not asking you to drink it, if you do not wish to, but even a small amount should greatly help you heal.

[He looks at the bottle for a second, before gingerly reaching out to take it in his less-wounded hand. Once he has it, he tilts it a little -- not enough to spill -- to survey the amount.]

I'm not opposed to the idea, but how much would you recommend that I drink? [He has no problem with drinking it, he just doesn't want to end up like Alice, growing and shrinking rapidly from lack of moderation.

...not that Link would give him a potion that did that, but it's the principle of the thing. Not being a curious little girl probably helps, in this situation.]

[ ... Pffft, England. Link is definitely the more curious girl of the two, but oh well. They're a thoughtful pause here, as they consider that. ]

... I would say at least half a bottle for it to do anything. Believe me, I have had far worse. At the worst, you might feel better. I don't think that would be anything bad, personally.

[ But, again, also not forcing you to make that choice. And it certainly won't make you grow or shrink ~~go talk to the Minish Cap Link for those adventures~~, silly. ]

I think I can handle half a bottle.

[With that, he carefully brings the potion to his lips and tilts back to swallow it, somehow managing to keep his propriety even while he's technically chugging his drink. He doesn't stop -- disregarding the taste entirely -- until half the bottle is gone, at which point he pulls it away and waits for both the taste and the magic to hit him.

Not that his tastebuds are that sensitive anyways. You could probably feed him charcoal and he wouldn't notice.]

[ Link has absolutely no doubt the Potion will work (aside from which, they had money to burn and they were pretty good if you needed them in a pinch), because it's made from rather... potent things.

Nonetheless, there's some anxiousness here. What if Arthur doesn't feel better?

All that can be done now is to wait and hope. ]

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03. whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

I am too lazy rn for prose I'm sorry. But. TEA TIME.

it's okay i am always lazy

laziness is the BEST excuse, really.

it's a curse :C

... well yes, it is also that

sob backtagging to infinity

I AM 0KAY WITH THIS.