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[fliesonfour]

['Kye'... what was that, then? Joly blinked once, but then gave way to a small and hapless smile, rather somewhat endeared by the strange name; even if he did not know it. He assumed it was either technical or fond, and any way about that was a fine, as far as he was concerned.

However, he applied himself to Apollo's joke seriously.]

I do try to look well, despite whatever may be impending in my lymphatic system, thank you. One must not sulk too much! It doesn't do you any better, nor your company.

[The lymph nodes mentioned, however...]

I am acutely aware that my temperature is above that of normal, and I fear that it must certainly be connected to a swelling of the Mediastinal lymph. An early sign of worse to come.

[The man he spoke to did, by all accounts, look almost too young to be really learned. But as Joly was not one to make snap judgements based on appearances, and would put Apollo's skill before his age, he did not comment upon it or even seem to mind it.]

[kouros]

[Kýrie simply meant "sir". And it seems as if this fellow is a bit...well, humor might not be his strongest suit. Lovely.

Apollo listens attentively, nodding and seeming to take everything Joly says seriously. The boy seems to be suffering from some stress and possibly seasonal allergies. But if he can get rid of these damned crystals and precious stones that he's had around the house on this, he's not complaining]

I see. It is possible that the two are connected, yes, however one may suffer from increased temperature caused by any number of things. Any other symptoms--stomach, lungs, limbs?

[fliesonfour]

[Joly like humor well enough and was given to joking; but health? That was of course not a matter for joking. That was a matter of survival.

He was pleasantly impressed by the follow-up questions, though. Feeling easy; as if speaking to a peer, which... he was, of a sort!; he gave a nod.]

Too true. A gamut of possibilities. A little heaviness of the limbs, but otherwise, I thought to come before it could become any more worrisome. It is better to prevent than cure, isn't it, my fellow?

[kouros]

Of course, of course. There are...many things that could be troubling you, from something as regular and harmless as stress to something as dire as an infection of sorts, but I do not think we need worry too much. This spring, here, it's more of a pool actually, but there are salts from a now-dried spring in Delphi, rumored to be blessed by the god Apollon.

[Which they are. As if he'd use anything not blessed by himself or his son in healing]

A long soak while I prepare a preventative tea and you should be perfectly healthy, allergies notwithstanding. Nothing can be done to cure those, sadly.

[fliesonfour]

Well, if you think it would help.

[He gives, somewhat dubious of the science... but it doesn't seem as if it could hurt really, just so long as they had towels about so as not to catch a chill after the springs. Salts blessed by Apollon was more the realm of his more loquacious companions, but he trusted them best of all, and so.]

I will do as you say. What goes into the tea, if I may?

[Please, let's not discuss anything incurable...]

[kouros]

A bath has never hurt anyone, and if your illness is stress induced it will help. The tea is simply a unique blend of herbs that has never once failed me.

[fliesonfour]

Stress induced? I'm very at my leisure.

[He insisted, before looking puzzled and as if he might be convinced otherwise by the mere suggestion of it. Well, anyway, if it might be a cause, then better to relieve it.

He nodded.]

Then in I go. But let me not be quite without manners before that. [A smile, brows raising a little.] I am called Joly, mostly. I am a medical student. And you? Not of France, by the accent, eh?

[kouros]

I assure you, even the most relaxed of men can suffer from stress of some sort. His mistress, his wife, his wine...And no, I am no from France. I am from Greece. [He bows] Doctor Phoebus Cynthius.

[So the man who looks twenty-two, tops, is a full doctor.]

There is a screen, just beside the spring, for privacy and a shelf for your clothing.

[fliesonfour]

Wine! Well wine never really was known to hurt a man, was it? The bottles, perhaps, when in the hand of someone very keen on their misuse.

[He contended, in almost a chipper tone, warming to him at his explanation.]

Women though, certainly. They can be as curative as they are devastating; a skill of theirs that is charming!

[Really, he doesn't question that he might be a doctor in full. It's impressive, at his age. He returns the bow, heartily.] Truly, a wonder to meet you. Greece is very far from here, but I hope you've found France to your liking?

[Despite the question, he did nod and relocate to behind the screen, to have that privacy and get on with it.]

[kouros]

I've a brother who is far too often distressed by his wine, or rather, his overindulgence. I believe I have invented nearly every cure for too much wine in Delphi for my brother alone.

[He laughs a bit. He complains about Dionysus, but he loves him all the same. With Joly behind the screen, Apollo starts on the tea. His hands glow a bit as he mixes and brews it, though he's careful to keep that hidden as best he can. It'll cure whatever ails the young student]

France is quite lovely, yes. It can't hold a candle to Greece, but I believe all men find their homelands perfect when compared to others. French women, on the other hand...

[fliesonfour]

I've a friend much the same! Though, I admit I am unsure whether the wine disturbs him, or he disturbs his wine more. But you have a cure for too much of it? You are a good sort of brother then! And perhaps a sort of magician; why, while no one looks for a cure for being drunk, I believe there might be many men who would pay for a cure from its after-effects.

[Noted, all quite cordially. He hadn't forgotten his illness, of course, and even spared a few moments fretting over where to lay his clothing that it might be the least afflicted by any dust or possible contagion. When he at last found what looked to be he cleanest location, he continued,]

Monsieur, I tell you what. I shall make you that trade. Greece may have the finest hills, if you concede that France has the finest lasses.

[kouros]

It has been suggested that I market it.

[He laughs at Joly's suggestion]

Agreed! There is something quite special about your women here. I can't determine what that is, however.

[And the men. The men are lovely too]

[fliesonfour]

You would be made very rich by it! Of the soul as well, for all the good deeds you'll have done unto the poor and drunken.

[It earns a laugh in return, Joly finding himself rather disposed to enjoying his company; as, really, he is rather disposed to with most company.]

It is in that you can't determine it, exactly. There is the mystique of them! Unfathomable creatures, really. But in all the best of ways. We hardly can compete, as a sex, don't you agree?

[With that said, he'd gingerly apply himself to the spring.]

[kouros]

Oh, men have their advantages over women--most of which I have discovered stem from lack of corsets--but agreed. I've three sisters back home and even I cannot begin to sort them out.

[The spring is mostly hidden by another screen, but there is a spot where, if Joly looks, he'd see Apollo's glowing hands as he brews the tea. The candles could easily be tricking his eyes, of course]

[fliesonfour]

The lack of corsets is a happy state for us. Personally, I don't think I cut the figure for it. However, I also have a friend who might argue that women still have the advantage; in that they quite know how to remove them, whereas they sometimes baffle and prevent even the most talented of us.

[Not to be indelicate! Simply a truth of life.

And as he was addressing the man, he did out of natural instinct turn to where he had heard the voice... then offered a little bit of a squint, puzzled.

Candles? At midday?]

I say-- you heat the cup with a candle?

[kouros]

[Oops. He kills the lights in his hands and glances back at Joly briefly]

The labels have faded a bit, on some of the jars. The candlelight gives a little extra light so I am certain not to put oleander in when I meant lavender.

[And since oleander is deadly, that's a good thing]

As for corsets, I find them a nuisance. Not a woman alive looks better in a corset than she does out of one. They're terrible for the lungs and organs, anyway.

[fliesonfour]

Really...? Well, careful not to ruin your eyes, staring into a bright flame so often.

[Still, for all he might sound a little too merry to be really taken seriously (as if thinking he was dying of an itchy throat might not be enough for that...), Joly was and could be sharp. He turned back around, but still glanced over to keep an eye out.

When and why was the candle so suddenly out, then? Hm!]

I would agree with everything you have just said. You're clearly a man with both sense and taste.

[kouros]

[The light goes back when he thinks he's safe, though dimmer. This time, however, he makes sure to light the actual candle next to the vials]

Again, I have three sisters who have spent hours regretting every decision to give into the pressures of society. [A chuckle] And countless mistresses who never look so lovely as they do when freed from their whalebone prisons.

[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.]