[Though Carmine does her best to maintain a steady pace, there are occasional breaks in her stride, as if she's just... tired. Just very tired. But she seems to appreciate the consideration.]
That's a nice record so far... I hope you keep it up.
[The picture she's been painted by some other members of the sect she's spoke to so far had included quite a bit of vioence and grapples for power... so technically, it did seem notable he had supposedly not been injured enough to need those services in that many months' time. Or perhaps the others had been exaggerating. She didn't yet know who was more accurate in their representation of this world, it would need to come with her own observations, in time.]
I'll ask them.
[The infirmary staff should at least be able to tell her what equipment there was available in this place. If there was anything like a phlebotomy kit, or if such technology was beyond the level of this world's advancement. But until then...
She puts a smile on her face again.]
After the rest of the tour.
[One in which she will strike the delicate balance between "capable of casual small talk" and "a coworker wishing to do their job well". Between the kitchens, the library, and the training ground, she shares just a bit about herself as it comes to be relevant commentary. She liked to bake sweetbreads, a recipe she learned from a woman she stayed with when she first fell ill. She liked a book called Family Happiness, but she doubts they have it in this library. She used to be much more physically fit, it's been five years or so since she was, though, she'll have to try and get back in shape if they expect all of the Kenoma to do their part.
And by the end of things, when he leaves her at the entrance to the infirmary... she seems just a bit more invigorated than before, as if having blossomed under his instructions.
Certainly enough to thank him for the tour, and to promise she'll do something for him in return. As for when she'll get that chance, well... that depends on their enemies.]
/gently wraps up in favor of eVenT???
That's a nice record so far... I hope you keep it up.
[The picture she's been painted by some other members of the sect she's spoke to so far had included quite a bit of vioence and grapples for power... so technically, it did seem notable he had supposedly not been injured enough to need those services in that many months' time. Or perhaps the others had been exaggerating. She didn't yet know who was more accurate in their representation of this world, it would need to come with her own observations, in time.]
I'll ask them.
[The infirmary staff should at least be able to tell her what equipment there was available in this place. If there was anything like a phlebotomy kit, or if such technology was beyond the level of this world's advancement. But until then...
She puts a smile on her face again.]
After the rest of the tour.
[One in which she will strike the delicate balance between "capable of casual small talk" and "a coworker wishing to do their job well". Between the kitchens, the library, and the training ground, she shares just a bit about herself as it comes to be relevant commentary. She liked to bake sweetbreads, a recipe she learned from a woman she stayed with when she first fell ill. She liked a book called Family Happiness, but she doubts they have it in this library. She used to be much more physically fit, it's been five years or so since she was, though, she'll have to try and get back in shape if they expect all of the Kenoma to do their part.
And by the end of things, when he leaves her at the entrance to the infirmary... she seems just a bit more invigorated than before, as if having blossomed under his instructions.
Certainly enough to thank him for the tour, and to promise she'll do something for him in return. As for when she'll get that chance, well... that depends on their enemies.]