Linhardt glances over his shoulder at The Iron Bull. One of the soldiers acting as his escort to the ancient ruins mentioned that the Qunari was in a foul mood and seemed to be favoring one of his ankles. An injury, most likely, but the looks Bull gives them when they consider saying something has kept their mouths shut.
A practiced healer's discerning eye picks up on the issue far easier than any of the others.
While Linhardt wasn't asked to act as a healer for the Inquisition when he joined, that hasn't stopped him from aiding the injured when possible. His primary task is to research and locate power ancient artifacts and help retrieve them before their enemies have the opportunity, but if his sorcery is better suited to caring for a patient than another healer's, he won't object to lending a hand.
For this particular journey, Linhardt happens to be the only skilled healer on hand. He's fully prepared to aid the soldiers protecting him should any sustain injuries while keeping him safe.
Bull, however... well, he doesn't seem too keen on asking for assistance. Linhardt doesn't know if he's one of those people who hate the idea of healing through magic, or if he's just plain stubborn. Ordinarily he wouldn't bother getting involved. But if the others are concerned enough to tell him, and it is fairly obvious there is an issue, he can't just continue on without doing something.
The others might find Bull's stares intimidating. Linhardt is used to glares and stubborn soldiers who think they know best about their health, so those looks don't phase him. He falls back until he's walking by the Qunari's side and tries his best to keep up with the bigger man's much longer stride. It's fortunate that he's gotten used to long treks lately, or he'd have been winded far too easily.
"Ah, Bull? It's almost sunset, and I want to see you privately after we make camp. Your injury will only worsen without proper attention." No, he isn't offering a suggestion. And while Linhardt isn't Bull's commander, when it comes to issues of health, he tends to speak with a certain authority. Few ever reject him when he makes these demands, if only because they're surprised he has it in him.
If he doesn't watch his expression at times like this, he ends up looking like he's glowering. He gets shit for the bitch face thing those times the Chargers are around to see it; weird to be sort of glad they're not around right now, that the mission needed to be a tiny one, and be missing them at the same time.
No reason to watch his expression now, anyway. Good way to get his point across.
"We keep going an hour or two after sunset and we'll find a spot closer to the ruin." His voice is brisk, little clipped, but businesslike still, as long as you don't have too strict a definition for the word. Just letting the guy know what the situation is. "Got to give it the once over bright and early so we can get you in there. That last bunch of assholes was too close, and they've got the numbers; going to catch us if we drag this out too long."
Not giving orders, not arguing about being hurt. Not arguing about anything. Just laying out the facts. Which is what he's trying for, because probably he should be patient with the guy. He knows how healers are. Singleminded. That's why they do the stuff they do, and he admires that, he does. Gets in the way of the bigger picture sometimes, though. If he's lucky, this one's going to see that. Hard to tell, since he hasn't talked to the guy that much before. Shitty time to have to feel someone out, with this much of his mind trying to wrap itself around the other stuff. All he can do is try, and hope he ended up with one of the ones who knows how to cooperate so he doesn't have to see how far his patience can stretch out.
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A practiced healer's discerning eye picks up on the issue far easier than any of the others.
While Linhardt wasn't asked to act as a healer for the Inquisition when he joined, that hasn't stopped him from aiding the injured when possible. His primary task is to research and locate power ancient artifacts and help retrieve them before their enemies have the opportunity, but if his sorcery is better suited to caring for a patient than another healer's, he won't object to lending a hand.
For this particular journey, Linhardt happens to be the only skilled healer on hand. He's fully prepared to aid the soldiers protecting him should any sustain injuries while keeping him safe.
Bull, however... well, he doesn't seem too keen on asking for assistance. Linhardt doesn't know if he's one of those people who hate the idea of healing through magic, or if he's just plain stubborn. Ordinarily he wouldn't bother getting involved. But if the others are concerned enough to tell him, and it is fairly obvious there is an issue, he can't just continue on without doing something.
The others might find Bull's stares intimidating. Linhardt is used to glares and stubborn soldiers who think they know best about their health, so those looks don't phase him. He falls back until he's walking by the Qunari's side and tries his best to keep up with the bigger man's much longer stride. It's fortunate that he's gotten used to long treks lately, or he'd have been winded far too easily.
"Ah, Bull? It's almost sunset, and I want to see you privately after we make camp. Your injury will only worsen without proper attention." No, he isn't offering a suggestion. And while Linhardt isn't Bull's commander, when it comes to issues of health, he tends to speak with a certain authority. Few ever reject him when he makes these demands, if only because they're surprised he has it in him.
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No reason to watch his expression now, anyway. Good way to get his point across.
"We keep going an hour or two after sunset and we'll find a spot closer to the ruin." His voice is brisk, little clipped, but businesslike still, as long as you don't have too strict a definition for the word. Just letting the guy know what the situation is. "Got to give it the once over bright and early so we can get you in there. That last bunch of assholes was too close, and they've got the numbers; going to catch us if we drag this out too long."
Not giving orders, not arguing about being hurt. Not arguing about anything. Just laying out the facts. Which is what he's trying for, because probably he should be patient with the guy. He knows how healers are. Singleminded. That's why they do the stuff they do, and he admires that, he does. Gets in the way of the bigger picture sometimes, though. If he's lucky, this one's going to see that. Hard to tell, since he hasn't talked to the guy that much before. Shitty time to have to feel someone out, with this much of his mind trying to wrap itself around the other stuff. All he can do is try, and hope he ended up with one of the ones who knows how to cooperate so he doesn't have to see how far his patience can stretch out.