[ That's one (blunt, frank) way to put it, and that's going to be the lesson, isn't it? Pick yourself up, and get the fuck moving.
She might start swearing more here. As a treat.
Her smile is rueful. ] Indeed.
[ the conversation feels like it's reaching an end, and yet... And yet. ] I might come to you. In Forces. [ She glances at her notes. ]
I know that I would probably fit in Research just well, but I've gotten accustomed to aiming myself at fearsome foes more often than not in recent years' recollection.
[ A pause, then a sheepish shrug, ] What would be the point in brewing all those healing potions if I keep them in a lab instead of shoving them into someone's hand [ Or mouth, if they're passed out. ]
It wouldn't stop you from aiding research where it makes sense, ( she notes, a tempered encouragement; diplomacy probably has the hardest job, but forces has the best one, if you pressed her to say, but all things being equal she doesn't seem inclined to outright lean a finger on the scales of someone else's choice.
push them to make one, yes. decide it for them ... not her style. )
I'm not completely sure Stark realised I wasn't actually in Research, ( is a bit ruminative, bittersweet fondness. did it matter, anyway. ) And like I said, I work in the infirmary when I'm available. Someone who can stock, dispense and defend the medical wagon in a battlefield situation is worth their weight in gold, besides.
( ghislain could have been worse. starkhaven could have been worse. )
[ It wouldn't?! That is a fact that perks her right up, heart on her sleeve, no poker face. Then again, Gwen also helps in the infirmary - with Healer Strange, is it? - so clearly the Riftwatch also operates on a 'everyone pulls their weight where they can' basis.
And then, that possibility, dangled in front of her. Worth their weight in gold. Hermione wants to be - she wants to matter, and make a difference, and help. She may have a lot to chew on, but that line will stick with her. ]
Thank you, I - you've given me a lot to think about. [ A small, tentative smile, ] Including that elfroot could be smoked like weed.
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She might start swearing more here. As a treat.
Her smile is rueful. ] Indeed.
[ the conversation feels like it's reaching an end, and yet... And yet. ] I might come to you. In Forces. [ She glances at her notes. ]
I know that I would probably fit in Research just well, but I've gotten accustomed to aiming myself at fearsome foes more often than not in recent years' recollection.
[ A pause, then a sheepish shrug, ] What would be the point in brewing all those healing potions if I keep them in a lab instead of shoving them into someone's hand [ Or mouth, if they're passed out. ]
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push them to make one, yes. decide it for them ... not her style. )
I'm not completely sure Stark realised I wasn't actually in Research, ( is a bit ruminative, bittersweet fondness. did it matter, anyway. ) And like I said, I work in the infirmary when I'm available. Someone who can stock, dispense and defend the medical wagon in a battlefield situation is worth their weight in gold, besides.
( ghislain could have been worse. starkhaven could have been worse. )
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And then, that possibility, dangled in front of her. Worth their weight in gold. Hermione wants to be - she wants to matter, and make a difference, and help. She may have a lot to chew on, but that line will stick with her. ]
Thank you, I - you've given me a lot to think about. [ A small, tentative smile, ] Including that elfroot could be smoked like weed.