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Normally Neve was not the kind to ask for more help than the bare minimum. She was self reliant to a fault and often to her own detriment. But there were moments were aid, while not required, was much appreciated.

For the past several hours she had tried everything to alleviate her discomfort. Where her prosthetic connected to her leg was was itchy and slightly swollen. Neve was maybe a little too rough while chasing down a lead and hadn't properly cared for herself in a while leading to her leg being rubbed raw by the socket. Normally she would stay off it or swap to something with a bit more padding, putting a piece of cloth between the socket and her skin, but this was past that. Any air brushing the flesh made her want to itch so badly she couldn't sit still. Walking was even more irritating, nearing impossible. She needed something and wasn't ready to go to Bellara, not wanting to worry Bell but also Neve was a bit irritable and didn't want to be too snippy at her. So here she was, peaking her head into a crows room like a small child. "I know you crows usually work with poisons but I've got something that could use someone who knows their herbs so I don't poison myself or make it worse," Neve knew that many skills had overlap. A poisoner might know what to treat an ailment just as much as they could inflict one. While no doctor it was probably her best shot of getting help that extended beyond field medicine. "Think I could borrow your expert eye for something more medicinal? If not I can talk to Lace or Bell, one of them probably has what I'm looking for if you don't."

Viago grit his teeth, counting to ten slowly in his head before he dared open his mouth.

It didn't help.

"Thank you?" he said incredulously. "You ruined a plan months in the making! You should feel grateful the only thing you're getting is sidelined!"

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 : one a harbinger of such and the other a haven for those afflicted.

emmrich has brought up the matter - not to reprimand his new leader , but to set boundaries. to put in place understanding. he would fall into line , of course. but before he would walk on even ground with rook.

caterina lowers the paper to look at daisy over the top of it, examining her for faults and flaws. though she has little stake in the protege of house de riva specifically it does fall to her to make sure the crows as a whole are seen in a certain light.

rook is putting a lot of spotlight where it shouldn't be. but is undeniably trying to save the world. far grander than the current needs of the crows as a whole, but a lofty goal. if she can pull it off. caterina has her doubts. daisy had been barely a fully fledged crow before she had ruined a plan months in the works. viago having kept her out of sight for the last year was smart on his part.

but now she has returned to the fold, partially, and she has taken out a contract of her own. she has rescued lucanis from the ossuary, helped him heal and even released caterina herself from imprisonment. that doesn't mean caterina has to like her. if she is expecting thanks, though, she should look elsewhere.

Her voice coaxes him from his head like honey lures flies.

“Oh… thoughts of what lie ahead. Final wishes and the great beyond,” he ponders, setting his pen into an inkwell. There’s a stretch of highway in Emmrich’s eyes that spans the Rivaini Coast. “We are forced to consider the totality of our lives,” he tells her, steepling his fingers, “and the frightening prospect of whether we’re— satisfied with our journey’s end.”

If this is be going to be the end.

His chambers still faintly vapors of ficus and bottled formaldehyde and the melting slip of candlewax. Emmrich can feel the long hours settling in the cracks of his joints like low barometric pressure.

Does the Fade have barometric pressure?

"no, yeah, for sure," Faust agrees genuinely before picking another shard of glass out of their arm. it seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea to toy with something shiny and only somewhat dangerous-looking. faust, for one, was all too eager to be the first to touch it. of course, being promptly blown through a window was less in line with their hopes of finding a new toy, but it was at least a little fun once the ends of their cape stopped smoldering.

Hi! Thank you for your input 💛 This is definitely the kind of thing I was looking for!

The sharing of a culture is a really good point and I think goes hand in hand with what other people have said, that pet names do depend on how much you use a language around your s/o. If they're involved in your culture and language, it makes sense that you'd use terms from those to talk to them!