[Colin cleaned up before arriving but didn't return to his apartment to change clothes, so there is a little blood and a considerable amount of soot that couldn't quite be pounded out outside prior to this. He raps lightly at the frame of Flint's office door, looking very tired but in decent spirits.]
[By contrast, no such trace of blood or soot is in evidence on the person Riftwatch's Commander. He is half-leaning, half-sitting on the sill of the one of the big windows behind the heavy desk at the rear of the room, likely hoping to catch some whisper of a breeze flowing through it. He is in possession of a packet of letters and is just finishing the one presently on top and so doesn't look up to say—]
Um. [Colin slips into the office but stays near the door.]
Barrow, ser. He broke bedrest to fight the abomination. Ordinarily I'd call it a bad thing, but with his Templar abilities, it was just what was needed. We made him sit down and I didn't leave his side. He's fine, he just. Did a really good job.
[He listens, or at least gives the impression of it with a faint cock of his head as he finished reviewing the page before him. When Colin stops talking, a long best of silence follows before Flint finally raises his attention.
[Which causes Colin's brows to lower in concern over a whole new thing, causing him to switch over from timid civilian to medical professional, stepping further in so he can get a better look as to whether Flint is legitimately fatigued, or just cross as usual.]
[Fatigued might be the right word for the haggard look about him. He isn't young, but in the lamplight there is some impression of age there that is uncharacteristic to him.
He is too old for this business of a night without sleep in combination with such bitter disappointments, he doesn't think. He is weary enough that it doesn't occur to him.
It must be exhaustion, for there is no reason to indulge this nonsense at the end of the day when no doubt these details—who did what, who was injured, what will need to be repaired—will all come out in the days to follow regardless of special asides to highlight this merit or that one. Instead, with some measure of patience:]
I'll see that he receives some reward then.
[There's probably a halfway decent bottle of something somewhere that can be plied accordingly.]
[Now he approaches Flint’s desk, hands rummaging in a bag hanging from his side. Most of what he carries has been used up by the sheer number of people needing it, but he finds a single rolled joint of elfroot and a small potion for sleep. He sets both on Flint’s desk and gestures to each.]
This is so you can get some sleep. This will help settle your nerves. You can take either, both, or none as you see fit.
[The topmost letter of the stack in his hands is shifted to the back, and his attention—or at least his eyeline—moves from Colin back to the work in his hands.]
The sentiment is appreciated, but unecessary. Hold on to both. Now, if you have a spare half day of time in that bag then you're more than welcome to leave that.
[It's always tempting to argue, but Colin is a resource--a finite one that depends on whatever energy he has to hand for healing spells. Flint is merely making a choice about how to spend this resource, given that anyone can help the man do office work but, at the moment, Colin is the only spirit healer within the organization. Until there's a second one, there are to be no all-nighters helping someone catch up on paperwork.
He inclines his head, waiting to be dismissed--something he found out he should have been doing all along, how embarrassing.]
[Colin clearly can't be the only member of Riftwatch with bad habits, for it takes a solid beat— two— before Flint looks back up at him, and it requires a further flickering moment before he finally says,]
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Commander?
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Come in.
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Barrow, ser. He broke bedrest to fight the abomination. Ordinarily I'd call it a bad thing, but with his Templar abilities, it was just what was needed. We made him sit down and I didn't leave his side. He's fine, he just. Did a really good job.
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(Even from across the room, he looks—
Tired.)]
And?
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Just wanted you to hear about how well he's done.
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He is too old for this business of a night without sleep in combination with such bitter disappointments, he doesn't think. He is weary enough that it doesn't occur to him.
It must be exhaustion, for there is no reason to indulge this nonsense at the end of the day when no doubt these details—who did what, who was injured, what will need to be repaired—will all come out in the days to follow regardless of special asides to highlight this merit or that one. Instead, with some measure of patience:]
I'll see that he receives some reward then.
[There's probably a halfway decent bottle of something somewhere that can be plied accordingly.]
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[Now he approaches Flint’s desk, hands rummaging in a bag hanging from his side. Most of what he carries has been used up by the sheer number of people needing it, but he finds a single rolled joint of elfroot and a small potion for sleep. He sets both on Flint’s desk and gestures to each.]
This is so you can get some sleep. This will help settle your nerves. You can take either, both, or none as you see fit.
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The sentiment is appreciated, but unecessary. Hold on to both. Now, if you have a spare half day of time in that bag then you're more than welcome to leave that.
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I can lend a hand.
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Get some rest. I suspect there will plenty of work for the clinic in the coming days.
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Yes, Commander.
[It's always tempting to argue, but Colin is a resource--a finite one that depends on whatever energy he has to hand for healing spells. Flint is merely making a choice about how to spend this resource, given that anyone can help the man do office work but, at the moment, Colin is the only spirit healer within the organization. Until there's a second one, there are to be no all-nighters helping someone catch up on paperwork.
He inclines his head, waiting to be dismissed--something he found out he should have been doing all along, how embarrassing.]
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You can do.
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Look he googled how to army and it saidAnd he does.]
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