[Aang remembers this man from the Games. He healed the woman with pointed ears from District 10--Tabris--when she was struck by lightning during the arena where they were all punished for their power.
Aang knows that this one knows how to heal and has been at it for a long time, and it's gotten to the point where he's started thinking that maybe he should try to get better at being a medical officer. Regardless of how or why he's here, it looks like he might be here for the long haul.
So when he pops his head into the Tourist's medical bay, he waves a little as an introduction, though he's still too wary to actually come close to the healer.]
I'm supposed to be the medical officer on Red Fish. My name is Aang.
[Aang walks fully into the infirmary, waving his arms to gesture to himself, figuring that the man will probably notice how young he is.]
I only know basic healing. I was wondering if you'd let me watch you work so I could get better. Please? [He gives his best winning smile. He's good company, promise!]
[He definitely notices, but he can't figure Aang is any younger than he was when he first started learning how to become a healer. The fact he was stuck on a ship and forced to be the medical officer, however, was a little different and he certainly felt those latent desires to teach rearing up. They didn't happen often, he never thought of himself as a teacher by any means, but they were known to happen. His smile widens and he nods.]
Of course. I wouldn't mind the company and I'd be more than happy to let you help as well; I think the best way to learn is to do it first hand.
How long have you been here? Not very long, I have to assume.
No, I've been here for a month and a half or so. Maybe two months by now. [Aang points at the ceiling.] I was hiding in the ventilation for a while.
[If he knows how messed up that sounds, he doesn't acknowledge it. Instead, he waltzes around the clinic, observing all the little bits and bobs that have been laid out with genuine curiosity, though he still avoids getting too close to Anders.]
Well, you can consider me here and reporting for duty, Mr. Healer sir! What should I do first?
[Okay, there's no way he's going to be able to smother that look of concerned confusion. Why in the Void would anyone choose to go into the ventilation? Nevermind the fact the thought of that oppressively dark and enclosed space sent chills down his spine, what would the point be? To sneak? To hide? Anders would rather face whatever might be hunting him, even if it was another Broodmother.]
Okay...I assume you...found it safe? Are you still hiding there more often than not or have you decided to surface?
[He's just got to parse this out first, then he'll think about the rest.]
[It’s not quiet an answer, and Aang knows it. The truth is that he still retreats to the vents sometimes when he’s stressed, because he knows most adults can’t follow him there. But he’s at least now turning more often to the top of refrigerators instead of the vents.]
It feels safe, I guess. Most people here are too big to get in them. And no one can crawl through them quietly as me, so I always know if someone’s coming.
It's your call what you do, it just seems...unpleasant to me.
[Downright terrifying, but that didn't even have a chance of leaving his head with someone he'd just met.]
Meanwhile, what would you like to learn first? I can put aside what I've got and we can start with whatever interests you most or you feel like you need the most help with.
[Aang it relieved to not talk about the vents and why he might want to live in them. On some level he knows it’s not healthy, but he’s rather be unhealthy and safe than otherwise.]
Do your patients need you mostly because they get sick or because they get hurt?
[He gave a small chuckle that held as mix of exasperation and affection and dug out the practice kit he'd used to show Justice how to tend to various kinds of wounds.]
With this crew? Injury for certain. Sickness happens on occasion, but very rarely. Generally, I can rely on my magic for anything that comes up. For you, the best thing to start with would likely be in case of injury while we're on a planet and away from your clinic.
[He pulls out the things necessary to the lesson as he explains, the space between them either unnoticed or not a concern.]
It's sort of a mixture between our own energies and capabilities and the connection mages from Thedas have to the Fade. Every living thing is connected to the Fade, a...dream-like realm where spirits and demons live, but only mages are actively aware of the connection and able to use it. We pull power from the Fade, but it's siphoned through our own abilities, a 'mana pool,' and if we exhaust that pool, we exhaust ourselves and need rest.
I'm not sure if you've anything like that yourself or back home, but in the middle of a fight when having to use mana to defend as much as heal, having alternatives to magic does help. So I have kits and make potions with the plants I grow so there's always options.
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Aang knows that this one knows how to heal and has been at it for a long time, and it's gotten to the point where he's started thinking that maybe he should try to get better at being a medical officer. Regardless of how or why he's here, it looks like he might be here for the long haul.
So when he pops his head into the Tourist's medical bay, he waves a little as an introduction, though he's still too wary to actually come close to the healer.]
Hi. You're the medical officer here, right?
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I am. How can I help you?
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[Aang walks fully into the infirmary, waving his arms to gesture to himself, figuring that the man will probably notice how young he is.]
I only know basic healing. I was wondering if you'd let me watch you work so I could get better. Please? [He gives his best winning smile. He's good company, promise!]
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[He definitely notices, but he can't figure Aang is any younger than he was when he first started learning how to become a healer. The fact he was stuck on a ship and forced to be the medical officer, however, was a little different and he certainly felt those latent desires to teach rearing up. They didn't happen often, he never thought of himself as a teacher by any means, but they were known to happen. His smile widens and he nods.]
Of course. I wouldn't mind the company and I'd be more than happy to let you help as well; I think the best way to learn is to do it first hand.
How long have you been here? Not very long, I have to assume.
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[If he knows how messed up that sounds, he doesn't acknowledge it. Instead, he waltzes around the clinic, observing all the little bits and bobs that have been laid out with genuine curiosity, though he still avoids getting too close to Anders.]
Well, you can consider me here and reporting for duty, Mr. Healer sir! What should I do first?
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Okay...I assume you...found it safe? Are you still hiding there more often than not or have you decided to surface?
[He's just got to parse this out first, then he'll think about the rest.]
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[It’s not quiet an answer, and Aang knows it. The truth is that he still retreats to the vents sometimes when he’s stressed, because he knows most adults can’t follow him there. But he’s at least now turning more often to the top of refrigerators instead of the vents.]
It feels safe, I guess. Most people here are too big to get in them. And no one can crawl through them quietly as me, so I always know if someone’s coming.
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It's your call what you do, it just seems...unpleasant to me.
[Downright terrifying, but that didn't even have a chance of leaving his head with someone he'd just met.]
Meanwhile, what would you like to learn first? I can put aside what I've got and we can start with whatever interests you most or you feel like you need the most help with.
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[Aang it relieved to not talk about the vents and why he might want to live in them. On some level he knows it’s not healthy, but he’s rather be unhealthy and safe than otherwise.]
Do your patients need you mostly because they get sick or because they get hurt?
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With this crew? Injury for certain. Sickness happens on occasion, but very rarely. Generally, I can rely on my magic for anything that comes up. For you, the best thing to start with would likely be in case of injury while we're on a planet and away from your clinic.
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[Aang stays out of arm's length, going across the table to see what Anders is doing with the materials, and his bright mood doesn't flag.]
You heal with magic, right? How does it work?
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It's sort of a mixture between our own energies and capabilities and the connection mages from Thedas have to the Fade. Every living thing is connected to the Fade, a...dream-like realm where spirits and demons live, but only mages are actively aware of the connection and able to use it. We pull power from the Fade, but it's siphoned through our own abilities, a 'mana pool,' and if we exhaust that pool, we exhaust ourselves and need rest.
I'm not sure if you've anything like that yourself or back home, but in the middle of a fight when having to use mana to defend as much as heal, having alternatives to magic does help. So I have kits and make potions with the plants I grow so there's always options.