" Don't be so gloomy, please, kind sir Svarik. I know it is a lot to ask out of stranger. " Boy smiled a little. He leaned forth, and shyly, he laid his gloves hand over Svarik's, and pressed it timidly, trying to reassure him." But I only ask you because I feel you can understand me. I have been a fool for less... But strangely, I don't feel like I am being a fool now. I would have had to cut those fingers off anyway, so it's almost like fate has given us a chance to give something meaningful to each other, isn't it? Guliermo... I always thought he... Treated me like I was special to him. But he had money, and never suggested to buy a hand for me. He was jesting often, saying I was more handsome since I wore gloves, anyway... " He whispered quietly, a little darker undertone of pain in his voice." Janus wanted to build me one from the first day. Just... for the sake of the stranger, because he could. Like you. He could have easily framed the fingers as a just price. But he didn't. He is... Different..."
" I'll have the potion ready for when you come. And... Svarik? If that is your name, and you're not using some kind of cool alias like Beings tend to... " the boy whispered, a little nervously, but with a shy, friendly warmth. " Thank you... for your time and everything. By your clothes, I doubt you lack money, and I don't have much of it to offer you, anyway - but I promise I will return this favour to you one day if fate gives me chance, just like I am doing this for Janus because fate gives me a chance... "
"Yes, it is my name," Svarik nodded, too late realizing that he should have used an alias if he didn't want them to learn that he is the king rather sooner than later. "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind."
" Thank you... And... don't tell Janus yet about my decision. " finally, the child grinned, a little bit naughtily. " He would be all stressed out about moral implications or causing me pain, just like you. It wouldn't help him. I'll tell him what I decided tomorrow morning when I go to buy the medicine. He's really glued for the three of us ever since he chose to stay, though, so we'll probably go together, anyway... "
" It's hard to keep secrets full of moral implications and whatnot... but I will do my best, as long as you do the same. " Boy said softly. " You are very kind. I would hate to take away your sleep... I only told you because you mentioned that sleep spell. I planned to tell you I wanted to do it without painkiller tomorrow when I tell the others too. "
Janus was at the stage, papers spread all around him, with many sketches, fixing up something and calculating measurements on one sheet of paper, the two children watching his intent work quietly and wonderingly.
In a busy intent mood like that, Conrad and Svarik slipped out easily, his friend supporting him from aside as they went to carriage, and letting him lean on his shoulder as they drove away to the mansion, where their host awaited them and treated them to warm meal and room.
Svarik asked for a calming tea, because despite drained of energy, he was still bothered by Emmett's decision and looking forward to it at all. "And I thought we will have a nice day off tomorrow," he murmured when he and Conrad were alone to their room. "Wanted to show you the city... At least we will go to the sea."
" Hey, I am immortal, I will have plenty of time to check the city once it gets more developed. And you are helping the new hopes of modern science, and I am getting cool armor out of it on top. We are on a roll. Almost like we are on diplomatic mission or something, not a holiday... ." Conrad tried to joke faintly, supporting him from the side. " If you would like to, I can pull some royal connections... " He tempted him innocently." So we may stay a day longer..."
"That would be great. It's nice to be a healer before a king for a change, even if it's bloody exhausting," Svarik said. Although... not so nice when you patient wants you to cut him while fully aware..."
" Really? That kid is hardcore, alright. Even Mole took, like, a mountain of painkillers when we had to cut his leg." Falcon murmured thoughtfully. He helped Svarik sit down, and sat beside him, before he asked on." How did he convince you to do it? I thought that would be about one healing job you would have declined... "
" I see. " Falcon nodded, not much surprised. He looked at Svarik a little wonderingly.
" Look, kiddo... I am actually all in for his choice - it's unpleasant, but that guy really looks starved, and he's actually quite neat. But I don't think you should do it. You are too soft, even if it's the best, it would haunt you. I have done or took part in fair share of amputation on the battlefield as I spent lot of time with healers, it's not exactly a higher science to cut of something for a warrior that doesn't have inhibitions. I could cut, and you could make sure that as soon as fingers are cut you stop the bleeding and get to healing. That way you don't have to deal with all the emotions of cutting into a living person and all that."
" Yes." Falcon grinned pleased." You see how things solve themselves? You don't have to be emotionally scarred, and I don't have noodles for arms, so I will actually do it much quicker and more precise than you would, fighting tears." He leaned forth and gently tossed Svarik's hair, endearingly." Is it a bit better now?"
" Alright, then, my dearest morally conflicted doughnut, let's get you to bed. " Falcon replied with a yawn, it indeed a long day for them, with a flight. The room was quite nice, and it didn't take them long before they fell asleep.
(OOC: Should we return to Death and Tide's thread? )