Pith
something pithy and clever
"He took sketches of the marks on the bone, and yes, he took Thom with."
The doctor rested his chin in a hand, the other supporting the arm at the elbow as he regarded Fredrick's attempt to coordinate what looked to be an increasingly uncooperative body encumbered by tremors and the return of some sort of fever. Or the worsening of the fever, more than likely. He wished he had brought ice into the bedroom, as he was loathe to leave the man alone, but he imagined getting to a point where he could deal with the fever was going to be the least of his present concerns.
"I'm really going to have to insist you get back into bed, Fredrick. You look... distinctly unwell, especially for a simple procedure."
* * *
The eerie sound of echoes as he'd spoken had been nearly lost on Thom, who wasn't attuned to listen for anything strange, but something had washed over him for a brief second as it occurred. It was hard to distinguish that unconscious unease from the general feeling the shop instilled in him, but to his credit, he'd close his mouth shut tight at the very instance he'd been cautioned to silence, and it was lost to the sensation of the shop almost immediately.
The scrutiny was hardly welcomed but he said nothing and simply continued to glance between the woman and her motionless companion as her hand jotted over the pages of shapes and Robert worked behind him.
He was grateful for Robert's return, though he couldn't speak to whether or not it had been speedy. With the music on such a tight loop it was impossible to gauge how long they'd been there, two minutes or twenty. But the woman seemed a little more human when her gaze wasn't locked on him and when she spoke to Robert. It was almost normal, though given the setting that was a stretch. At Robert's look he nodded, satisfied in his guess to bring more than had originally been requested. From his pocket he extracted a number of coins and set them on the table in pairs. He had to pause a moment to rip out a few stitches on the inside of his jacket sleeve's cuff, emptying a couple of coins out from within, bringing the total on the table up to the specified amount.
As for the story, he could only hope Robert didn't require him to pay that part as well. He wasn't terribly adept at telling them, and had no earthly clue what sort of tale might satisfy a listener in a place like this.
The doctor rested his chin in a hand, the other supporting the arm at the elbow as he regarded Fredrick's attempt to coordinate what looked to be an increasingly uncooperative body encumbered by tremors and the return of some sort of fever. Or the worsening of the fever, more than likely. He wished he had brought ice into the bedroom, as he was loathe to leave the man alone, but he imagined getting to a point where he could deal with the fever was going to be the least of his present concerns.
"I'm really going to have to insist you get back into bed, Fredrick. You look... distinctly unwell, especially for a simple procedure."
* * *
The eerie sound of echoes as he'd spoken had been nearly lost on Thom, who wasn't attuned to listen for anything strange, but something had washed over him for a brief second as it occurred. It was hard to distinguish that unconscious unease from the general feeling the shop instilled in him, but to his credit, he'd close his mouth shut tight at the very instance he'd been cautioned to silence, and it was lost to the sensation of the shop almost immediately.
The scrutiny was hardly welcomed but he said nothing and simply continued to glance between the woman and her motionless companion as her hand jotted over the pages of shapes and Robert worked behind him.
He was grateful for Robert's return, though he couldn't speak to whether or not it had been speedy. With the music on such a tight loop it was impossible to gauge how long they'd been there, two minutes or twenty. But the woman seemed a little more human when her gaze wasn't locked on him and when she spoke to Robert. It was almost normal, though given the setting that was a stretch. At Robert's look he nodded, satisfied in his guess to bring more than had originally been requested. From his pocket he extracted a number of coins and set them on the table in pairs. He had to pause a moment to rip out a few stitches on the inside of his jacket sleeve's cuff, emptying a couple of coins out from within, bringing the total on the table up to the specified amount.
As for the story, he could only hope Robert didn't require him to pay that part as well. He wasn't terribly adept at telling them, and had no earthly clue what sort of tale might satisfy a listener in a place like this.