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[fliesonfour]

Sisters! Who could imagine three, really. You're very wealthy by them; but also, I can see why you might have gone into medicine, as a profession, and find stress a main source of blame.

[He conceded, but still kept his eye on what he did now.

Despite noting the first candle being lit, he hadn't seen the match quite strike off for the second...]

Two candles? It isn't so dim in here...

[Should he really be working with concoctions, if he didn't know the vials, and couldn't see them besides?]

[kouros]

[Damn!]

No, just the one. You might be seeing the light bounce from the jars?

[He hums, though, as if he's thinking]

Or perhaps a hallucination?

[fliesonfour]

But really, that isn't poss--

[Oh.

Cruel.

Joly paled a little at the notion he might be hallucinating. While he thought it was quite impossible for the light to be bouncing off at that angle or casting that sort of a glow, the concept that he might be seeing light spots in his vision flattened his mouth and worried him considerably.]

...Perhaps the spring is too warm, and I should exit it now?

[Fretfully.]

[kouros]

[Cruel, but to keep the illusion up, one must be cruel]

No, no, I assure you that is not it. However, I am more certain that this is largely stress induced--I have occasionally been known to be tense, relax suddenly, and think I am seeing something that is not there. It is usually caused by too much studying, at least on my part. I will prepare a few boxes of this tea for you to take home and drink when stressed.

[fliesonfour]

That... that is very seemly of you, very kind.

[He agreed, with an involuntary little wince, still a little more anxious than he'd been upon arrival.

He felt certain he had seen a sort of glowing, and the more he thought back on it (with the abandon of assuming it was a hallucination, now) the more he felt sure he'd seen it coming from the man's hand.

He really must be quite ill, after all.]

I cannot say I've ever hallucinated before. In fact, I feel very sure of what it is I saw...

[Spoken, almost as much to himself as the healer.]

[kouros]

[Apollo pays no mind.

Not until there's a squeak and a rat crawls in from outside. Apollo freaks and shoots the thing while swearing in Greek.

With a bolt.

From his hand.

Dammit. At least the rat was vaporized]

[fliesonfour]

[That Awkward Moment when your attending physician can shoot pure energy from their fingertips.

Joly stared, mouth slackening a little... before he promptly decided that he was not creative enough to have hallucinated that.

Probably.]

...I say.

[Began, bewildered, and now a little bit... on-edge.]

I say, that's very... unusual, that is. Yours-- you just. With? Hum...

[Processing, hold please.]

[kouros]

Hells, I am terrible at this humanity nonsense.

[Well, the cats out of this particular bag]

Are you alright over there?

[fliesonfour]

...Possibly.

[He gives back, under his breath.

Picking both hands up, he takes half a minute to check his pulse; just in case; then gives a bewildered nod.]

I'm all right, mostly. But you-- you're.

Well, you've just shot a rodent with your palm, Monsieur.

[Were you there for that bit? It was shocking.]

[kouros]

I don't have a knife on me and I cannot stand rats. Mice are perfectly fine, I'm quite fond of them, but rats can carry diseases and I will not tolerate them. Startled my so much that I forgot how to not blast it to bits, my apologies.

[fliesonfour]

Quite... so.

[Came the gentle agreement, still trying; and perhaps failing; to understand what exactly had just happened.]

Rats, I have always thought, were a mistake of creation. But-- ...well, the question. Still stands as to...

[Picking up a wet hand, he scratched at his jaw a little, still looking bemused.]

Was it magic, then?

[All right, not he really did feel a bit silly. But short of him being a conductor of fire currents...]

[kouros]

Divine power. I can't use magic to save my life, and if I tried my dear sweet cousin would make sure my life would be a very painful one.

[Hecate...]

[fliesonfour]

You are a sort of prophet, then, or-? Divinely blessed? Or the God Against Rats?

[Really, it could be anything at this point, and Joly was torn between curious and highly uncomfortable.]

[kouros]

I told you my name. Phoebus. Sun god. I am a healer.

[Work with him here.]

[fliesonfour]

[If he could trade minds with Grantaire or Prouvaire at the moment, that might be of great help.

Joly did not usually assume men literally embodied their names, or ah! How many little gods and goddesses they'd have about. He himself might literally fly away on his nickname.]

...I'll be very disappointed if this place does not work out then, I suppose. If you are a God.

[Which he's still not 100% on, but you make a fine show of it, at least.]

Which, I do not mean to be rude! If you say you are, then all right, you are. It's not everyday I go to a clinic run by a pagan God, however, so you must excuse my surprise.

[He's well-mannered at least, even if it's a little ridiculous for the situation.]

[kouros]

I'll forgive you for that "pagan" remark as this is quite possibly the calmest anyone as ever been upon seeing that.

[And back to the tea making]

I assure you, the moment you walked in the door you were healed of anything that may have ailed you, except for those allergies of yours.

[fliesonfour]

I'm still not entirely unconvinced that I am hallucinating. Though, my wits haven't melted in this spring, I don't believe.

[He did continue to stare though, if that was any mark of how really... not entirely placid he was.

But being somewhat naked, as he was, and beside someone who could create lightening in his hand, as it seemed; he didn't feel that altogether up and running was a firm solution to his confusion, in this case.

Also, Doctor Cynthius seemed a kind enough fellow, and at least rather calm and collected himself. It had its effects.]

Was 'pagan' awful rude? I confess, I do not know the terms as well as some! Did you say I had allergies?

[Because seriously; ailments can distract him, even from Godilness.]

[kouros]

You're not and it is a bit offensive, yes. No one takes kindly to being labeled something because some humans in funny frocks decided to label you that, gods in particular. And yes, you do. Nothing serious, of course, and easily avoidable if you mind the dust.

[A pause]

And I would strongly recommend avoiding the new inn close to your wine-shop. The meat is off.

[fliesonfour]

[Last night, he'd gone to bed feeling feverish and flushed, and today, he was insulting sun gods and being told he wore a funny frock. He wasn't sure this would improve his stress levels, in the long run, and perhaps he ought to do a pinch less opium in the future, no matter how Grantaire peddled it...

Clearing his throat, he went to tug on his ear a little, out of sorts and brow furrowed worriedly.]

Mind the dust. And the meat at the inn. I see. Well-- thank you.

[Honestly, this had become so bewildering that he thought he ought not to question it. A scientific mind would want to question all of it. But he only felt properly scientific when he was wearing his clothes, as he might be forgiven for.

The questions would come, when he felt comfortable enough among this strange non-person to ask them.]

What is it better to call you by, then? That would not be of offense to your race.

[He might go with 'Greek', but that didn't quite fit in the whole picture. Hand-energy, and the like.

...He felt a headache coming on.]

[kouros]

Greek will work.

[He meant the priests. Not Joly.]

And I believe you have soaked enough. We don't want you catching cold.

[fliesonfour]

[He is up and out without any need for saying more, grabbing one of the towels left out to dry himself completely before shuttling carefully back behind the screen to dress again.

It's about when he gets to his cravat, feeling muggy, that the haze of confusion starts to lift and the Questions come out.]

If you're a Grecian sun god, then why are you a French medicine man?

[Let's start with the basics, that he can hopefully fathom.]

[kouros]

Good question with three answers. I'm immortal and I am easily bored is the first. The second is that I have far too many small gems and crystals lying around that I can easily hand off to mortals.

[He starts brewing the tea]

The third is that, Christianity aside, we do still care for the mortals in our own way.

[fliesonfour]

[Finishing with the cravat, he stepped out again, towel still in hand and dabbing at his forehead lightly. Not wishing to be over-warm, he had left the overcoat wayside for now.]

And these gems, they truly are healing, are they?

[he asked not in self-interest this time, but in greater interest. A means of helping severely ill people was a means of doing great good. He should like to know how those worked or could be made via materials here, by men, if this information were at all free to be obtained.]

[kouros]

They are. However, each works only for the person I give it to and no mortal is capable of making them. They need to be blessed by me or my son.

[fliesonfour]

A pity, that, isn't it? It would be a great help, to anyone suffering! Why then only here? Do you travel with them, much like those Gypsy peddlers?

[he can't imagine he's somehow much more deserving than any other! Though he is feeling a bit better, if hotter. Perhaps.]