[Right, the clinic. He's sure she's made mention of it before. He supposes a clinic is a bit like the infirmary which... is a bit like... churches and temples. Or whatever is most similar to such a thing in Midgard. Any religious order that has nothing to do with the Watchers, anyway. How different life must be to have some kind of stable routine. He has yet to develop one, though his adventure to the training area was a fruitful one. He imagines he'll be spending a good deal of time there because it's easier to swing his sword, even a sub-par one than it is to converse with people.
The fact remains, however, that he'll have to practise some kind of social charm. He's heard what happens to those when low Chroma levels and his are... Well. They aren't good for certain. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so ridiculously hands off. Come to think of it, he can't ever think of a time in which he actually was particularly okay with being touched—Furiae and Inuart aside. Siblings and like relationships were a little bit different. Possibly a bit more complicated in their own ways.
As much as he wouldn't wish Lunatia on her, there's an undeniable part of him that wishes his sister was here, too. If only because he could keep her in his sight. If only because he'd know she was alive. But then he imagines he'd want her to stay. A world without Furiae is a hopeless one, for certain. Memories of her will not keep him warm.]
"You are capable of many things, but not of cooking."
[It's a pointed observation. He wouldn't designate cooking to a gender role because the kitchens of Caerleon just had... cooks. Men and women alike. Not that Caim can cook either. He never needed to. And making anything over a fire out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the supernatural is not exactly what he thinks of when he thinks of cooking.]
"I would not have anticipated that. I suppose your other pastimes keep you preoccupied."
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The fact remains, however, that he'll have to practise some kind of social charm. He's heard what happens to those when low Chroma levels and his are... Well. They aren't good for certain. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't so ridiculously hands off. Come to think of it, he can't ever think of a time in which he actually was particularly okay with being touched—Furiae and Inuart aside. Siblings and like relationships were a little bit different. Possibly a bit more complicated in their own ways.
As much as he wouldn't wish Lunatia on her, there's an undeniable part of him that wishes his sister was here, too. If only because he could keep her in his sight. If only because he'd know she was alive. But then he imagines he'd want her to stay. A world without Furiae is a hopeless one, for certain. Memories of her will not keep him warm.]
"You are capable of many things, but not of cooking."
[It's a pointed observation. He wouldn't designate cooking to a gender role because the kitchens of Caerleon just had... cooks. Men and women alike. Not that Caim can cook either. He never needed to. And making anything over a fire out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the supernatural is not exactly what he thinks of when he thinks of cooking.]
"I would not have anticipated that. I suppose your other pastimes keep you preoccupied."