"If we can come up with an alternative that everybody can agree on and that is likely to work at least as well as my staying, then yes." Linhardt answered immediately with no hint of shame. He admitted he was not well suited, so to stay if there was a better option available would have been foolish and too ego driven.
"There is nothing odd about them. Why would there be warm stones if not to sleep upon? The world is created for enjoyment. I endorse the experience. I also recommend sorbet - it melts on the tongue. I enjoy the flavor of peach the most, but almost any fruit can be used and it will be delectable."
Why were people so complicated? Linhardt's posture shifted, arms coming up and crossing in a defensive gesture at the statement that he was a poor physician.
"As you say, I am a terrible healer and you should never seek my services."
Ordinarily, Linhardt would have left it at the sardonic reply, but there are implications to the idea that he is a poor physician. That he would allow for harm to come to his friends, when he has moved mountains to keep those idiots alive. To keep the consequences of their actions from following too heavily on the poor souls following them.
"I am the type of physician who practices on battlefields and who sets boundaries so that my healers do not desert or give into despair en masse. And a physician that needs to conserve his limited energy - the topic we just discussed - for emergencies. A child can heal cuts and you choose to drink that many alcoholic drinks. There are far fewer healers with expertise in poison removal, exotic magic, or complex internal injuries. Or who can perform complex healing on the front line without being killed."
Linhardt didn't care about his title - he might be Lord Hevring or he might not. He for some reason cared very much at the insinuation he was not acting in the best interests of those he cared for. Which was surprising, and Linhardt widened his eyes after his rant, then reached up to pinch his nose and breath, clearly shocked by his own outburst.
"I apologize. You should think whatever you please."
Linhardt is from a very stressful canon point...
"There is nothing odd about them. Why would there be warm stones if not to sleep upon? The world is created for enjoyment. I endorse the experience. I also recommend sorbet - it melts on the tongue. I enjoy the flavor of peach the most, but almost any fruit can be used and it will be delectable."
Why were people so complicated? Linhardt's posture shifted, arms coming up and crossing in a defensive gesture at the statement that he was a poor physician.
"As you say, I am a terrible healer and you should never seek my services."
Ordinarily, Linhardt would have left it at the sardonic reply, but there are implications to the idea that he is a poor physician. That he would allow for harm to come to his friends, when he has moved mountains to keep those idiots alive. To keep the consequences of their actions from following too heavily on the poor souls following them.
"I am the type of physician who practices on battlefields and who sets boundaries so that my healers do not desert or give into despair en masse. And a physician that needs to conserve his limited energy - the topic we just discussed - for emergencies. A child can heal cuts and you choose to drink that many alcoholic drinks. There are far fewer healers with expertise in poison removal, exotic magic, or complex internal injuries. Or who can perform complex healing on the front line without being killed."
Linhardt didn't care about his title - he might be Lord Hevring or he might not. He for some reason cared very much at the insinuation he was not acting in the best interests of those he cared for. Which was surprising, and Linhardt widened his eyes after his rant, then reached up to pinch his nose and breath, clearly shocked by his own outburst.
"I apologize. You should think whatever you please."