[closed] don't call him dr. L

[torpour]

Who: Nehan and his students.
What: It's about time to start being a teacher, which means meeting up with them one by one and conducting their first lessons-- sparring for some, medic training for others. May not be completely nice and productive, due to blood type shenanigans. Thanks, December.
When: Early to mid-December.
Where: Nehan's house for medical studies, and some fields away from people for combat training.

Content Warnings: Physical violence, little bit of beasthood, potential potty mouths, potential squicky conversations, Nehan's personal issues with his disabilities. More TBA when they come up.

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[thinkfirst]

[ It's Flynn's first instinct to clutch at the thing, to insist that he can do it, that he just needs to power through, but he is better than that. If he's being offered verbal instruction, which is something he's much better at anyway, he should take it and not let his ego get in the way. That's not the sort of person he'd like to be, or the sort of choice he'd like to make.

After a moment, he lets it go, releasing his grip, and presses it back into Nehan's hands with a quiet sigh. ]

That would be... very appreciated. I have a hard enough time deciphering the Imperial Mages' notes. They tend to forget not everyone is as well-versed in formulae, and, well, it makes for nearly tougher reading than some of the Council proposals I've had to pick through.

[ Which is neither here nor there, and not exactly relevant, so Flynn coughs after he finishes and looks up again, his shoulders hunched. He feels a little small and a lot foolish, and that isn't such an easy feeling to ignore, no matter what he tells himself. ]

If the book has useful diagrams, I suppose I can copy those. And I can certainly work on... all of those skills, concurrently, if it will help my studies with you.

[torpour]

Diagrams, hm? [nehan opens the book and counts the number of pages before finding the one he wants, turning it around for flynn to see.]

Here, sketches of the human body. [multiple of them, in fact. multiple outlines depicting different things, one with muscles, one with bones, one with pathways and a heart, one with internal organs, and so on.]

The basics for any healer is an in-depth knowledge of the body.

cw: descriptions of injuries

[thinkfirst]

Oh—

[ These are like nothing Flynn has ever seen, and he leans closer with lips parted silently, tracing the many minute pathways. Flynn is aware of the contents of bodies. He has butchered animals in his time, healed field wounds with magic and tourniquets alike, but to see it all mapped out like this in two dimensions, neatly labeled... ]

This is only the basic level of knowledge? This must take quite a bit of time to memorize. Must you know the names of everything, or simply its function and what it is connected to?

[torpour]

The body is vast and complicated-- the human body, that is. But for people in general, much goes into their bodies and keeping them alive and healthy. [then he taps the pages again.] I'm going to insist on you knowing the names and functions of each organ, muscle and bone, and more.

Some patients prefer to listen to you speak as you work, for instance, to soothe their worries. But for our purposes, it's because I refuse to let you not know.

[thinkfirst]

[ Held to a high standard, then. Flynn traces the line of a vein from heart to head, murmuring its name quietly to himself as he does, and then nods, looking up sharply. There's a spark of challenge in his eyes, the kind that spurs him during battle, too: an obstacle to overcome. Flynn thrives like that. He loves it. ]

If you insist, then I will memorize them. I want to know what I'm doing, and I wouldn't want to disappoint you. How long did it take you to recall all the names?

[torpour]

I'm a special case, and you shouldn't hold yourself to the standards of my education.

[he sits back and allows flynn to do what he wants with the book, lacing his fingers together on his belly.]

I was trained with my trade since I was a child, and the one remarkable thing about me is that I forget nothing. I read my books from cover to cover and back again, and remember everything.

[thinkfirst]

Truly?

[ Flynn looks up from the diagram laying out nerves like rivers. ]

That... must be quite a gift. Doesn't it get tiring? Remembering so much?

[torpour]

Only if they're allowed to be tiring. [because they are, but nehan refuses to dwell on so much while feeling something. his emotions are locked away, and that helps.]

But you have to work much harder, given I have an advantage that you don't.

[thinkfirst]

[ Ah, yes, a sentiment with which Flynn is very familiar. He laughs quietly in a tired kind of recognition. ]

Yes, that's how I got through council meetings. One can't be tired if one simply decides not to be, correct? I will work as hard as I need to, and perhaps it will be easier because I won't have twenty councillors breathing down my neck for answers.

[ Just one teacher! That... has to be better. ]

[torpour]

[nehan then looks down at the book.]

No, you have me breathing down your neck. And you'll find I'm a taskmaster worse than twenty men.

Get to work reading.

[thinkfirst]

[ Flynn wonders if he will be a worst task master than Commandant Alexei, than all their captains during training. They were strict and fierce and angry that Flynn and Yuri had made it in to begin with, but Nehan is strict as well, and strikes Flynn as fierce and dedicated.

He will do his best not to give Nehan reason to snap at him, he decides, and bows his head. ]

Yes, sir. Right away.