wherever jiaoqiu is, yves will just go to find him. he has stuff with him again, but today it's just two containers of extremely insanely spicy soup that no reasonable person should even touch which means it's just right for these maniacs
knocking against the door or wall or whatever surface makes sense to knock against. softly: ] Jiao? You awake?
[ it's PERFECT. he can smell it from here and it makes him - well, feel less cold, because he is. he's curled up in his bed with a blanket, bandaged and tired.
he glances over in the direction the knock came from, and then a little unsteadily: ]
[ with a little smile, and he’ll come in closer. he goes to sit next to jiaoqiu on his bed, bringing out the containers as well as a little collapsible tray that can have legs so it won’t spill. ]
I brought soup. Thought some food that could easily go down would be good.
And if you need to have your bandages changed after, I can help.
[ he does relax just a little at this. mostly because he guessed right and didn't have to look like an idiot. ]
... My bandages should be fine, but thank you. [ a beat. ] The soup smells good.
[ he sounds like he's in wonder and it's because he is. seven thousand people have brought him bland foods that he politely took one bite of and then put aside. ]
Right? [ i'm so sorry jiaoqiu went through such a terrible day but yves' eyes really do light up ] I thought so too! And I think it's delicious, so I hope you feel the same!
[ i need to emphasize again this shit would be radioactive to anyone else it'd make them keel over and start screaming for water but i do think jq of all people can handle it
but yves is just going to happily hum as he ladels soup for them into bowls.... HEHEHEE ]
[ HONESTLY he'll take this, it's better than talking about his feelings.
he thinks about how the other healers back home would have a fucking heart attack if they saw him eating spicy stuff like this right after getting stabbed, and promptly forgets about them. fuck it!!
he's absolutely going to demolish this soup like it isn't spicy at all, you're right he's in the swamp for radioactive. you get to see his ears do that little wiggly thing kittens do when they're eating, congrats. ]
[ he thinks... maybe it gets tiring to think of all the doom and gloom and grief, so he'll settle for this. a distraction for now, to be able to linger on the things you love without thinking about losing them ]
[ it's a nice break. so many people have asked him - and all he can tell him is no, i'm fine. because he is, really, in the sense that he is neutral. it's hard to feel anything when you've spent most of the last fifty years of life being mostly numb.
this is easier. ]
An old master of the Ranzhi tradition. It was an offshoot of the Alchemy Commission, teaching that food is medicine. We use the joy of food to alleviate pain. I've been studying it since I was young.
It spoke to me more than the others. Medicine is a neutral thing. It helps, but people dislike taking it. I like the idea of combining good health and joy.
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wherever jiaoqiu is, yves will just go to find him. he has stuff with him again, but today it's just two containers of extremely insanely spicy soup that no reasonable person should even touch which means it's just right for these maniacs
knocking against the door or wall or whatever surface makes sense to knock against. softly: ] Jiao? You awake?
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he glances over in the direction the knock came from, and then a little unsteadily: ]
Yves? [ like he's. not sure. ]
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[ with a little smile, and he’ll come in closer. he goes to sit next to jiaoqiu on his bed, bringing out the containers as well as a little collapsible tray that can have legs so it won’t spill. ]
I brought soup. Thought some food that could easily go down would be good.
And if you need to have your bandages changed after, I can help.
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... My bandages should be fine, but thank you. [ a beat. ] The soup smells good.
[ he sounds like he's in wonder and it's because he is. seven thousand people have brought him bland foods that he politely took one bite of and then put aside. ]
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[ i need to emphasize again this shit would be radioactive to anyone else it'd make them keel over and start screaming for water but i do think jq of all people can handle it
but yves is just going to happily hum as he ladels soup for them into bowls.... HEHEHEE ]
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he thinks about how the other healers back home would have a fucking heart attack if they saw him eating spicy stuff like this right after getting stabbed, and promptly forgets about them. fuck it!!
he's absolutely going to demolish this soup like it isn't spicy at all, you're right he's in the swamp for radioactive. you get to see his ears do that little wiggly thing kittens do when they're eating, congrats. ]
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yves will also chow down so it's not just jiaoqiu eating, nomming away - but he'll laugh a little bit when he notices how quick he finishes ]
Do you want some of mine? I can always make more.
I don't know how to specifically integrate healing into my cooking, but maybe you can teach me next week.
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No. You should eat as well. [ he's more comfortable this way, anyway. ] I'd like that, though. I should pass on these techniques somewhere.
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he smiles ]
Where did you learn them anyway?
[ he thinks... maybe it gets tiring to think of all the doom and gloom and grief, so he'll settle for this. a distraction for now, to be able to linger on the things you love without thinking about losing them ]
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this is easier. ]
An old master of the Ranzhi tradition. It was an offshoot of the Alchemy Commission, teaching that food is medicine. We use the joy of food to alleviate pain. I've been studying it since I was young.
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Ah, if my grandpa existed in your world, he would've gone running straight there. I'm sure of it.
[ fondly, as he continues to enjoy his good (radioactive) soup ]
What made you choose this type of healing over others?
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[ he thinks about it, and then: ]
It spoke to me more than the others. Medicine is a neutral thing. It helps, but people dislike taking it. I like the idea of combining good health and joy.