( For all Thancred keeps his supply of reading material as refreshed as possible, Urianger is finding his recovery to be more arduous a task than he'd expected. It isn't so much the healing of his wounds, nor is it the flavour of the tincture, but rather the sheer exhaustion of the ordeal that has put him so far onto the back foot. He's the kind of person whose high tolerance for discomfort rests almost entirely on knowing it to be necessary for the greater good ...
But after the last few weeks, Urianger is having to come to terms with the fact that there are things in motion here that are out of his control.
... For the time being, in any case. If there's one thing in which he's especially experienced, it's harnessing trauma into motivation. Not knowing is his perpetual enemy β information is the only thing that can guarantee that the right decisions are made for all, is it not? β and so it's while he's on bedrest that he starts putting together the beginnings of a plan.
There are moments, however, in which he is forced to set his plotting aside. His body refuses to co-operate with him at his preferred level of capacity, and while he hides the worst of his injuries beneath long sleeves and high collars? He is nevertheless in pain. At present he's trying to pour himself a cup of water with low to middling success, his expression pinched as he sways a little on his feet.
NOCWICH RECOVERY β OPEN
( For all Thancred keeps his supply of reading material as refreshed as possible, Urianger is finding his recovery to be more arduous a task than he'd expected. It isn't so much the healing of his wounds, nor is it the flavour of the tincture, but rather the sheer exhaustion of the ordeal that has put him so far onto the back foot. He's the kind of person whose high tolerance for discomfort rests almost entirely on knowing it to be necessary for the greater good ...
But after the last few weeks, Urianger is having to come to terms with the fact that there are things in motion here that are out of his control.
... For the time being, in any case. If there's one thing in which he's especially experienced, it's harnessing trauma into motivation. Not knowing is his perpetual enemy β information is the only thing that can guarantee that the right decisions are made for all, is it not? β and so it's while he's on bedrest that he starts putting together the beginnings of a plan.
There are moments, however, in which he is forced to set his plotting aside. His body refuses to co-operate with him at his preferred level of capacity, and while he hides the worst of his injuries beneath long sleeves and high collars? He is nevertheless in pain. At present he's trying to pour himself a cup of water with low to middling success, his expression pinched as he sways a little on his feet.
And then there's a knock at the door. )
... Enter.