[ it doesn't take long to slot the pieces together, an easily solvable puzzle. she smiles, though it's faint, a tinge of green and blue around its edges. it's difficult to shake the nausea, and even more difficult to shed the melancholy that had pervaded that memory, but she's —
proud, she thinks. glad, moreso, to see he's found some purpose to fulfill him, now, the way a broken ravka has needed her to heal it. ]
— Because you're planning to practice medicine again.
[ no question tips the end of her question. there's a certain, revelatory confidence that tinges it, instead. what other choice could be so monumental and transformative? his emphasis on lost children has, if this memory is anything to go by, always been a sown seed in his heart. time on naephus must have only ripened that desire until it became a full bloom, impossible to ignore. ]
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proud, she thinks. glad, moreso, to see he's found some purpose to fulfill him, now, the way a broken ravka has needed her to heal it. ]
— Because you're planning to practice medicine again.
[ no question tips the end of her question. there's a certain, revelatory confidence that tinges it, instead. what other choice could be so monumental and transformative? his emphasis on lost children has, if this memory is anything to go by, always been a sown seed in his heart. time on naephus must have only ripened that desire until it became a full bloom, impossible to ignore. ]