"I will bring you some herbs that will impede the sensation of pain, though it will do nothing for the root cause. I would not suggest becoming overly reliant on them, for it could have psychological drawbacks. Strengthening the musculature and bone structure that are fused to the stone is something you should also consider, though... I am not sure what kind of exercises would be most effective. I can recommend some general strength-building movements."
She doesn't really have much experience with half-stone limbs.
"That is about all I can say."
If Cid is threatening to leave, he will have barely finished putting on his jacket before a large tote bag filled with eight pieces of Tupperware is thrust at him.
He'd been dealing with the pain for more than a year. He'd use the herbs she sent if he really needed them, but only if he needed them. She'd given him hope even if she didn't realize it in the form of the idea that the curse may have stalled, which would mean while it didn't stop causing him pain, it at least wouldn't get any worse, no matter what it was he needed to do with it.
He could work with that.
And he was working on heading out, smiling amusingingly as the tote bag was thrust at him.
"You'd think I was feeding an army, lass." But he wasn't offended. "Not that I can protest."
"As I recall, you did have a small army to feed once upon a time." Or at least, that's what she imagined his small band of freedom fighters rising up against an unjust system. "But I wonder how much time and effort you spent on feeding yourself?"
Whatever the answer, it doesn't matter because Cid is walking away with the entire contents of a large pantry.
"Be well. Do not hesitate to drop by for anything - medication, food, or advice."
"Aye, but not all by myself." At least not eventually. It's amazing the amount of people who are willing to sign up and chip in when it's freedom you're peddling. Cid may swagger and strut, but he's humble when it comes to the things he's built.
He smiles at her jovial accusation and brushes it off. "Alright, alright. I'm off, then. And what if it's only the company I'm seeking?"
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Date: 2025-05-16 03:40 am (UTC)She doesn't really have much experience with half-stone limbs.
"That is about all I can say."
If Cid is threatening to leave, he will have barely finished putting on his jacket before a large tote bag filled with eight pieces of Tupperware is thrust at him.
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Date: 2025-05-17 03:57 pm (UTC)He could work with that.
And he was working on heading out, smiling amusingingly as the tote bag was thrust at him.
"You'd think I was feeding an army, lass." But he wasn't offended. "Not that I can protest."
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Date: 2025-05-20 02:24 am (UTC)Whatever the answer, it doesn't matter because Cid is walking away with the entire contents of a large pantry.
"Be well. Do not hesitate to drop by for anything - medication, food, or advice."
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Date: 2025-05-23 03:32 pm (UTC)He smiles at her jovial accusation and brushes it off. "Alright, alright. I'm off, then. And what if it's only the company I'm seeking?"
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Date: 2025-05-25 02:59 am (UTC)Shu responds obscurely, though this can be fairly easily interpreted as an open invitation.
"Take care, Cid Telamon."