( He's heard a bit about this mystery illness suddenly rushing through the resort, but he's yet to see it in person. To be honest, the only reason he's decided to volunteer at the clinic is to attempt to swipe some materials for his own keeping. It was a recent decision, and one that he supposes he'll get a jump start on here and now.
The cough is alarming enough, but Esikko opens the door soon after. His room is small, but he's managed to stock it with strange things. Various books are stacked along the edges of the walls, and his twin sized bed takes up nearly the entire room. A chair in the corner is being used as a table for various bottles of different colored liquids, flower petals, ground up roots, and leaves. They're separated, organized as much as they can be in the limited space. The mess of his room isn't one of a slob, but of someone who's been up to too much.
The bed has pretty noticeably been recently cleared, as it's completely empty and neatly made, and Esikko gestures for Dabi to come in and sit on it. There's not much room elsewhere. Esi gives him a quick once over, noting the recent blood on his sleeve. )
Well, you sound horrible, to start. ( thanks ) Let me see your face— how exactly are you feeling? I expect you not to answer with a short word like "terrible," by the way; I can see that. I mean does it feel like a typical illness?
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The cough is alarming enough, but Esikko opens the door soon after. His room is small, but he's managed to stock it with strange things. Various books are stacked along the edges of the walls, and his twin sized bed takes up nearly the entire room. A chair in the corner is being used as a table for various bottles of different colored liquids, flower petals, ground up roots, and leaves. They're separated, organized as much as they can be in the limited space. The mess of his room isn't one of a slob, but of someone who's been up to too much.
The bed has pretty noticeably been recently cleared, as it's completely empty and neatly made, and Esikko gestures for Dabi to come in and sit on it. There's not much room elsewhere. Esi gives him a quick once over, noting the recent blood on his sleeve. )
Well, you sound horrible, to start. ( thanks ) Let me see your face— how exactly are you feeling? I expect you not to answer with a short word like "terrible," by the way; I can see that. I mean does it feel like a typical illness?