01-09-2021, 01:37 AM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
Roan had been made aware of the whole situation that was going on with Brandy and Riftweaver, through Rosemary's quick and firm words in his direction. He had done nothing to stop her as she had come into the temple with Brandy in tow, not figuring that it was really necessary to try and stop her. She knew what she was doing, and she also already knew what was wrong with Brandy, so he was content to remain in his little corner and occasionally provide her with herbs. Of course, once some time had passed and Brandy was settled into the temple, Roan was pretty much forced to deal with him. It was pretty hard to avoid a patient when you lived right next to their place of rest. One might think he'd have questions to ask Brandy, about how his soul had gotten split into two, or what he really remembered. Much to the contrary, however, the soothsayer didn't have many questions at all. He knew a thing or two about odd soul phenomena – considering he was a reincarnation, himself – and he had also never really considered himself and Brandy to be all that close.
Even if he wasn't all that fascinated with Brandy's situation, though, Roan knew what the usual protocols were for patients. He had kept an eye on Brandy from afar as Rosemary had asked him to, occasionally glancing at the other in her periphery as he sorted herbs and cleaned up his workspace. In spite of this watchful eye, Brandy had still managed to slip out during one of the times where the medic was fully distracted. So, when he turned back around, the siamese was surprised to see that not only was Brandy weaving, but he also had visitors. He had to force himself to suppress a groan, quietly mourning his peace and quiet before he questioned Brandy, "...Where did you get the supplies for that? I don't recall having leaves just laying about." He wasn't going to have Brandy going out and making his condition worse – especially not when Rift seemed to be a semi-constant visitor.
Even if he wasn't all that fascinated with Brandy's situation, though, Roan knew what the usual protocols were for patients. He had kept an eye on Brandy from afar as Rosemary had asked him to, occasionally glancing at the other in her periphery as he sorted herbs and cleaned up his workspace. In spite of this watchful eye, Brandy had still managed to slip out during one of the times where the medic was fully distracted. So, when he turned back around, the siamese was surprised to see that not only was Brandy weaving, but he also had visitors. He had to force himself to suppress a groan, quietly mourning his peace and quiet before he questioned Brandy, "...Where did you get the supplies for that? I don't recall having leaves just laying about." He wasn't going to have Brandy going out and making his condition worse – especially not when Rift seemed to be a semi-constant visitor.
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan