[Well, he wiggles a hand, like, actually-] 'Solution'? Hmm.
[Necromancy is Weird.]
I'll hold you to this one, though. I'm committing it to memory: 'the one where the office exploded.' Just wait; I'll derail the next time you're trying to teach me to cook something with lots of steps.
[This is a warning. He will be a terror during cooking lessons, too. Call it making them even for Viktor subtly asking him about work, which he will surely do with flying colors. Speaking of work, though, and dire work in particular - he softens when the topic shifts to Viktor's illness, nodding.]
There's some work I could stand to see done, [he says, because, well, yeah? That speaks for itself, he thinks. He tips his head back and squints at the ceiling, lifting his hands to Gesture in the absence of looking at Viktor properly. Endure this.]
I've been thinking about that— well, it goes without saying that if I'm going to harangue the blood ministers for work and training, I can harangue them about one more thing. Has it gotten any worse, since you awoke here? Corruption marches on in all of us, but I wonder if the addition of blood magic impacts the progression of certain conditions. You did say you feel better at night.
[Or Long April Night, same thing. Do the preexisting conditions of a Sleeper remain in stasis, that's the question; Viktor was not cured of his illness upon waking, and while Palamedes doesn't know enough specifics about it to predict anything with certainty, he'd have... expected more than the errant wet cough.]
If I could offer you something to make it easier, I would. [But necromancy, again, is weird.] I'll keep thinking.
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[Necromancy is Weird.]
I'll hold you to this one, though. I'm committing it to memory: 'the one where the office exploded.' Just wait; I'll derail the next time you're trying to teach me to cook something with lots of steps.
[This is a warning. He will be a terror during cooking lessons, too. Call it making them even for Viktor subtly asking him about work, which he will surely do with flying colors. Speaking of work, though, and dire work in particular - he softens when the topic shifts to Viktor's illness, nodding.]
There's some work I could stand to see done, [he says, because, well, yeah? That speaks for itself, he thinks. He tips his head back and squints at the ceiling, lifting his hands to Gesture in the absence of looking at Viktor properly. Endure this.]
I've been thinking about that— well, it goes without saying that if I'm going to harangue the blood ministers for work and training, I can harangue them about one more thing. Has it gotten any worse, since you awoke here? Corruption marches on in all of us, but I wonder if the addition of blood magic impacts the progression of certain conditions. You did say you feel better at night.
[Or Long April Night, same thing. Do the preexisting conditions of a Sleeper remain in stasis, that's the question; Viktor was not cured of his illness upon waking, and while Palamedes doesn't know enough specifics about it to predict anything with certainty, he'd have... expected more than the errant wet cough.]
If I could offer you something to make it easier, I would. [But necromancy, again, is weird.] I'll keep thinking.