[Qrow is not judging the roving blanketfort, honestly. It looks pretty cozy tbh and Qrow is also the guy who up until about a year and a half ago did things like fall off couches and lay down on stairs drunk, so he does not have a lot of room for stone throwing from his very glass house.
What has him frowning is instead the matter of a mushroom that cured his eyesight; that explains quite a bit, Qrow thinks. He cannot relate to a disability in the same way, of course, but he thinks if something allowed him a reprieve from his Semblance for a time, and then things went back to normal, he would be having a similarly difficult time. Knowing himself, he'd be singularly at risk for getting addicted to said fucking mushrooms--psychologically, at least, if not physically. At the same time, it has him wondering.
Magic ... couldn't heal people in that way, should not be able to cure Break's blindness anymore than it was able to stop the ravages of illness that killed a knight who saved a princess from a tower, and set the world on a collision course with an apocalypse.
Qrow hesitates, unsure if it's even his place to comment, but he spent twenty years as Ozpin's eyes, tasked with gathering information. Even having abandoned the war, that part of his mind is never idle. Ultimately, he makes the observation quietly, tentatively, as one might seek to test the structural integrity of a jenga tower before laying a final block upon it and moving away.]
Wait, if a mushroom can fix it, that has to mean there's something to fix, right?
[If the eye was just no longer functional, then there wouldn't be any way to bring it back into use temporarily, was there? Like how Ruby's eye and Oscar's leg were both replaced by prosthetics; there was no magic any of them--even Oz--was aware of that could bring something back from nothing, after all.]
Blood Ministers are basically doctors around here, right? Maybe they could help find out what happened.
[Offering hope is a dangerous thing, of course. He is not sure if it is right to do so, when it may fall through. The loss of a hope that had carried him through decades of an unwinnable war had propelled him to his lowest point, after all. It's because of this that he dithers, slightly, unsure whether or not to stay on the topic or return to the safe one of food. Ultimately:]
...Either way, we could always use the extra food. You saw how bottomless Ruby's stomach is already.
cw: addiction reference
What has him frowning is instead the matter of a mushroom that cured his eyesight; that explains quite a bit, Qrow thinks. He cannot relate to a disability in the same way, of course, but he thinks if something allowed him a reprieve from his Semblance for a time, and then things went back to normal, he would be having a similarly difficult time. Knowing himself, he'd be singularly at risk for getting addicted to said fucking mushrooms--psychologically, at least, if not physically. At the same time, it has him wondering.
Magic ... couldn't heal people in that way, should not be able to cure Break's blindness anymore than it was able to stop the ravages of illness that killed a knight who saved a princess from a tower, and set the world on a collision course with an apocalypse.
Qrow hesitates, unsure if it's even his place to comment, but he spent twenty years as Ozpin's eyes, tasked with gathering information. Even having abandoned the war, that part of his mind is never idle. Ultimately, he makes the observation quietly, tentatively, as one might seek to test the structural integrity of a jenga tower before laying a final block upon it and moving away.]
Wait, if a mushroom can fix it, that has to mean there's something to fix, right?
[If the eye was just no longer functional, then there wouldn't be any way to bring it back into use temporarily, was there? Like how Ruby's eye and Oscar's leg were both replaced by prosthetics; there was no magic any of them--even Oz--was aware of that could bring something back from nothing, after all.]
Blood Ministers are basically doctors around here, right? Maybe they could help find out what happened.
[Offering hope is a dangerous thing, of course. He is not sure if it is right to do so, when it may fall through. The loss of a hope that had carried him through decades of an unwinnable war had propelled him to his lowest point, after all. It's because of this that he dithers, slightly, unsure whether or not to stay on the topic or return to the safe one of food. Ultimately:]
...Either way, we could always use the extra food. You saw how bottomless Ruby's stomach is already.