"Understood, Commander." He might have left it there; he's relatively sure leaving it there is the better idea. But he'd rather say the uncomfortable thing now than revisit it later, if he has the choice. "If I am able to rely on them in the field, I do not expect no strain whatsoever. Under the circumstances."
"I don't expect them to embrace you. But I prefer that all the members of this company be pointing in the same direction. Resentment is a tricky thing in a place like this, Orlov, and I'd like to have its measure."
If they're not willing to bend a little in exchange for the sacrifice he's apparently prepared to make for the work, then something will need to be done. Hate the likes of Keen and anyone else who might still be running under the Order's sword all they like; there is a limit to what stretches outside of its shadow and can still be considered functional.
"I will keep you informed, then, Commander." If it feels uncomfortable to be, essentially, ordered to report when his colleagues are rude to him, Vanya tucks that away in the box labeled to feel something about later when you have time. (It's presumably a full box, at this point.)
"I will also keep you posted on my recuperation. I don't know exactly how long it will take, but I intend to be back on my feet as soon as the infirmary staff gives their permission." As if anything about him suggested a man who might malinger.
Well, so long as he's taking blatant advantage of Orlov's predilection to do as allegedly required:
"Assuming said staff will be keeping some watch over you through it, see that they're prepared to take down notes on the process. Should Mademoiselle Baudin lead someone to a similar conclusion, I'd prefer if we didn't lose all reference if our head healer wanders back in the direction he came from."
(That Vanya is likely to be of little help to offset that possibility goes without saying. It's difficult to gauge one's own discomfort. And because this whole endeavor puts even odds on him also disappearing into an—albeit entirely different kind of—ether at the hands of some Venatori mage.)
"And let them know that if we're short on anything it turns out that you require while convalescing—" A faintly flippant flick of the fingers. "The Seneschal's office is empty at present. I've some confidence the books can be rearranged to make allowances."
"Understood." If he has thoughts on the liklihood of Barrow or Keen signing up to go through the gauntlet he's about to run, he keeps it to himself. If nothing else, Riftwatch could pick up a new defecting Templar or two, one day.
"Is there anything else? Preferences on timing?" Since they were taking advantage of getting to choose.
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If they're not willing to bend a little in exchange for the sacrifice he's apparently prepared to make for the work, then something will need to be done. Hate the likes of Keen and anyone else who might still be running under the Order's sword all they like; there is a limit to what stretches outside of its shadow and can still be considered functional.
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"I will also keep you posted on my recuperation. I don't know exactly how long it will take, but I intend to be back on my feet as soon as the infirmary staff gives their permission." As if anything about him suggested a man who might malinger.
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"Assuming said staff will be keeping some watch over you through it, see that they're prepared to take down notes on the process. Should Mademoiselle Baudin lead someone to a similar conclusion, I'd prefer if we didn't lose all reference if our head healer wanders back in the direction he came from."
(That Vanya is likely to be of little help to offset that possibility goes without saying. It's difficult to gauge one's own discomfort. And because this whole endeavor puts even odds on him also disappearing into an—albeit entirely different kind of—ether at the hands of some Venatori mage.)
"And let them know that if we're short on anything it turns out that you require while convalescing—" A faintly flippant flick of the fingers. "The Seneschal's office is empty at present. I've some confidence the books can be rearranged to make allowances."
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"Is there anything else? Preferences on timing?" Since they were taking advantage of getting to choose.
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How easily this whole thing is converted from some kind of dispensation request into briskly cut orders.
"Report back once you've accomplished what you intend to."