[There is a lot of sizing up going up in this room, isn't there? Law doesn't particularly care at this moment. There is a patient in the bed before him, and if he doesn't look like a doctor at this moment (he's bundled up for outside, appears to have been caught just leaving, and appearances often mean nothing anyway), his gaze is nothing but focused.
As for that sword? It makes sense the more you think about it and link it to him appearing to be on his way out. Luceti is home to some very dangerous people and who doesn't want to have the comfort in at least being armed when facing them?
Besides... he is a swordsman as well. And what is a swordsman without a sword?
The frown, and now it is a Frown, deepens.]
Hmm. The Malnosso. Alright... [...you can just hear the bastards he'd love to voice...
So. You're concious and alert and lucid... despite obvious signs you've been in the wet too long.
... that cuts things down, BUT...
It could be a number of things. Neural supression, a complete cut to the spinal cord, degradation, localized chemical imbalance... brain tricked into believing it isn't recieving the imput.
... bedside manner time. Smile.] Let's take a look, Mister Mikado. It's very likely this paralysis is just temporary as is most of their devilry and you'll be right as rain in a week or so.
Do you know how long you've been returned? Judging from what I see at first glance, you're suffering from some exposure as well. Nothing too terribly serious, and entirely treatable.
[He's just going to throw off that coat and scarf to rest on a nearby chair.]
Let's get you out of those wet clothes, and into something dry first. [Yes, that means a hospital gown... it's better for you then damp clothes] The faster we get you back to some sort of comfortable warmth, the less chance of anything unpleasant setting in later. After that, I'm going to take your vitals and run a few tests to get to the bottom of this, alright?
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[There is a lot of sizing up going up in this room, isn't there? Law doesn't particularly care at this moment. There is a patient in the bed before him, and if he doesn't look like a doctor at this moment (he's bundled up for outside, appears to have been caught just leaving, and appearances often mean nothing anyway), his gaze is nothing but focused.
As for that sword? It makes sense the more you think about it and link it to him appearing to be on his way out. Luceti is home to some very dangerous people and who doesn't want to have the comfort in at least being armed when facing them?
Besides... he is a swordsman as well. And what is a swordsman without a sword?
The frown, and now it is a Frown, deepens.]
Hmm. The Malnosso. Alright... [...you can just hear the bastards he'd love to voice...
So. You're concious and alert and lucid... despite obvious signs you've been in the wet too long.
... that cuts things down, BUT...
It could be a number of things. Neural supression, a complete cut to the spinal cord, degradation, localized chemical imbalance... brain tricked into believing it isn't recieving the imput.
... bedside manner time. Smile.] Let's take a look, Mister Mikado. It's very likely this paralysis is just temporary as is most of their devilry and you'll be right as rain in a week or so.
Do you know how long you've been returned? Judging from what I see at first glance, you're suffering from some exposure as well. Nothing too terribly serious, and entirely treatable.
[He's just going to throw off that coat and scarf to rest on a nearby chair.]
Let's get you out of those wet clothes, and into something dry first. [Yes, that means a hospital gown... it's better for you then damp clothes] The faster we get you back to some sort of comfortable warmth, the less chance of anything unpleasant setting in later. After that, I'm going to take your vitals and run a few tests to get to the bottom of this, alright?