His brow furrows as he watches him shift about. His fingers twitch to reach for him but he knows better. Until a patient allows it he will not breach the distance.Some never let him and leave before treatment is finished. Those make him ache inside to do more.
Galo studies him, noting the faint glint of the man's tattoos he'd seen last night. Fire mage. He had to be. His parents had tattoos that looked like that. What little he can remember of them. Worry flicks across his face as he starts being sure this would be one of the people who leave before he can finish his work when the other man reaches out and touches his tattoos. Faint heat brushes against his senses. Definitely a fire mage.
"You were unconscious when I found you out by the road inside the woods. I wouldn't have found you if I wasn't looking. So, you know what comes next. I have to tell you the rules. You can refuse further healing. You can get up and walk out that door and I won't stop you."
He holds up a finger, his green eyes fixed on his. "If you agree to stay, you're only fit for travel when I say you are. And from the state of you that's going to be a while. Pulled you up from death's riverside! I can't heal you further until we build back up your reserves and mine!" He waves his finger and glances to the side as tree roots curve around the edge of his window and stretch down to the floor. Galo shoves a bowl of water over with his foot. The roots settle in it and he resumes right where he left off.
"But no matter who comes calling for your hide I'll send them packing. You're my patient! I'll sear anyone who thinks they can just walk into a healer's domain and take their charge." He says and flashes him a feral edged grin. Then he deflates a little into his more professional face. "But if you decide not to stay I'll get you set up for the road and see you off. I'll do what I can to make sure you got a fair chance."
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Date: 2020-04-29 09:20 pm (UTC)Galo studies him, noting the faint glint of the man's tattoos he'd seen last night. Fire mage. He had to be. His parents had tattoos that looked like that. What little he can remember of them. Worry flicks across his face as he starts being sure this would be one of the people who leave before he can finish his work when the other man reaches out and touches his tattoos. Faint heat brushes against his senses. Definitely a fire mage.
"You were unconscious when I found you out by the road inside the woods. I wouldn't have found you if I wasn't looking. So, you know what comes next. I have to tell you the rules. You can refuse further healing. You can get up and walk out that door and I won't stop you."
He holds up a finger, his green eyes fixed on his. "If you agree to stay, you're only fit for travel when I say you are. And from the state of you that's going to be a while. Pulled you up from death's riverside! I can't heal you further until we build back up your reserves and mine!" He waves his finger and glances to the side as tree roots curve around the edge of his window and stretch down to the floor. Galo shoves a bowl of water over with his foot. The roots settle in it and he resumes right where he left off.
"But no matter who comes calling for your hide I'll send them packing. You're my patient! I'll sear anyone who thinks they can just walk into a healer's domain and take their charge." He says and flashes him a feral edged grin. Then he deflates a little into his more professional face. "But if you decide not to stay I'll get you set up for the road and see you off. I'll do what I can to make sure you got a fair chance."