[ Of course he leaves as soon as he sends the message, he's not doing much of anything. Thankfully he's healed properly enough that lying down isn't the only thing that seems appealing. He wanted to ask about Cyril's well being, but it will be easier to see for himself once he gets there.
Dorian wastes no time in the cargo bay, simply seeking Cyril out in his quarters on an assumption. He knocks twice before letting himself in. ]
I was wondering how you fared on that planet. [ And yet, he hadn't asked before now. ]
[Cyril's room has drawings and diagrams all of the walls. He's working on a prosthetic that will allow him to use a bow again, and his room seems to be consumed with that idea.
He himself seems a pretty as ever, even though his clothes are a bit more casual than normal.
He frowns just a bit at the question and moves his hand to where he had been injured.]
Not as well as I would have liked. I'm hoping this will help, but I need someone else to look it over.
[ Dorian's eyes linger on the hand that covers the injury, expression briefly one of concern. They made it out, they're alive, and there's not much he can do to relieve the pain for Cyril. Once again, he resolves to try and learn some healing magic at some point.
His attention turns to the various sheets lining the walls, taking in the minute details and the scribbled notes on the design. It's certainly an all-consuming thing, but he can hardly be blamed for it, can he? ]
I can't figure out how to get it to register pressure. When I use a bow, I need to know how tight it feels. I was thinking if I could rig it to squeeze me in response, but figuring out how to balance that is....
[He rubs the back of his neck in thought.] I think I just need someone with a sharp mind to walk through the design with and figure out what's making it not work.
[Then, after a moment.] Someone with both hands would be helpful too. [There's something a little dark in his face when he admits this part aloud.]
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I can meet you on your ship if you would prefer.
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[And he will make sure he's at least somewhat presentable before Dorian arrives.]
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[ Of course he leaves as soon as he sends the message, he's not doing much of anything. Thankfully he's healed properly enough that lying down isn't the only thing that seems appealing. He wanted to ask about Cyril's well being, but it will be easier to see for himself once he gets there.
Dorian wastes no time in the cargo bay, simply seeking Cyril out in his quarters on an assumption. He knocks twice before letting himself in. ]
I was wondering how you fared on that planet. [ And yet, he hadn't asked before now. ]
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He himself seems a pretty as ever, even though his clothes are a bit more casual than normal.
He frowns just a bit at the question and moves his hand to where he had been injured.]
Not as well as I would have liked. I'm hoping this will help, but I need someone else to look it over.
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His attention turns to the various sheets lining the walls, taking in the minute details and the scribbled notes on the design. It's certainly an all-consuming thing, but he can hardly be blamed for it, can he? ]
I will offer whatever assistance I can.
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[He rubs the back of his neck in thought.] I think I just need someone with a sharp mind to walk through the design with and figure out what's making it not work.
[Then, after a moment.] Someone with both hands would be helpful too. [There's something a little dark in his face when he admits this part aloud.]