homeless

[medicus]

I'll have you know, young mundane, that some people aren't knights or made to be the ones who chase evil beings around. You know exactly where my place is meant to be and you shouldn't be fiddling with it. You have a bad tendency of dropping things, and I'll have you know that it's not the best reassurance.

And yes, yes, he's a grown man and can look after himself.

....

....

To an extent. Somewhat.

Alright, alright. Maybe not so much.

Some of these places look rather dodgy. Taken to other worlds through technology? No matter how many times you say it's science and try to explain, it all sounds like very souped up magic to me. And that's saying something. I think we'll avoid those ones for now.

Comments

/MORE WINE

[medicus]

I was talking in terms of physical age, sire. The rest can be left to one's own interpretation.

[Deadpan. Really, Arthur? Really?]

you lush, gaius. then again, you live with merlin.

[pratentious]

As one does typically grow wiser with age, I think Merlin may prove the exception, which - honestly, it's beyond me. You're one of Father's longest standing advisors, you'd think he'd've learnt a thing or two from you by now.

[ Yep. Arthur's found out p.much all there is to know about Merlin's magic; it's only served to make him think he's even more of an idiot. ]

yep, it's required to cope with the insane amounts of wtf-ery

[medicus]

He has to reach an older age first, sire. Sometimes I wonder if he'll see next year. Merlin will learn though, eventually. He's already picked up some physician treatments when I wasn't looking.

[pratentious]

As though I'd let him see himself dead. Though he does make a valiant effort at it; it should only stand that he's incompetent at that as well.

[medicus]

[Thank God.]

Lucky for us then, sire. Servants are hard enough to come by as it is.

[pratentious]

Not hardly so difficult as a skilled physician. Your presence has been rather missed, Gaius. Doubtless, my father would be glad to see you again.

[medicus]

It would take time to train a new one up. Is your father well?

[pratentious]

As well as can be, given the circumstances.

[ This is a not-answer. ]

I've found a substitute for the salve he uses on his shoulder, though I believe he'd much rather your own concoctions. Trust runs thin in a realm such as ours. [ You know Uther. ] We could always do with more allies from home.

[medicus]

[Nodding. He's seen the place Arthur is talking about, and he can't really blame Uther. To spend all that time fighting magic to be put in a place brimming with it... it might not just be Uther's shoulder bothering him.]

Well, Arthur, it seems that I may be headed your way in time. I'm sure the salve you're using right now is doing fine, and should I arrive I will be sure to look at it.