Breaking a sweat....
Sebastopol says, "Your clothes are getting damp."
Carolyne says, "It's spidersilk. It wicks."
Sebastopol blinks slowly.
Sebastopol opens and closes his mouth a few times.
Carolyne says, "Yes?"
Carolyne is looking damp in the hair, mind.
Sebastopol says, "You have clothes made out of spiderwebs?"
Carolyne grins. "Essentially, yes."
Sebastopol continues nearly speechless. Finally, he just says "Why?"
Carolyne says, "It's very, very strong. And, well, it's silk."
Sebastopol says, "I know Viktor's people sometimes raid...I mean, trade for silk. But it's not useful in the north. We wear wool and furs and shoes stuffed with dry grasses."
Carolyne grins lopsidedly. "I am fully aware of Viktor's activities, Thane, but yes, it would be a bit nippy up north."
Sebastopol says, "But it wicks. I hesitate to ask how you wash it."
Carolyne says, "With fire and ash."
Sebastopol blinks stupidly for a moment, and then says "That must be very uncomfortable for the people who do your washing. How long do you think before I start feeling my old strength again?"
Carolyne says, "Lucretia's more the expert on this. I have only recently found out about the road...I was in Rebma the past year, missed all the excitement."
Sebastopol says, "...where Mostyn is from."
Carolyne nods. "Different host, however. I only just met him."
Sebastopol says, "I call him friend. Did you heal his leg, too?"
Carolyne nods. "Yes. I'm rather fond of his uncle."
Sebastopol processes slowly. "His uncle is the ambassador. I have not met the man. Different circles. No reason our paths would cross."
Carolyne chuckles. "Unless Viktor makes another pass at Rebma."
Sebastopol says, "It is not beyond question. But I cannot imagine it would be any time soon. We have too many wounds of our own to lick, without causing wounds to others."
Carolyne nods, and a tiny bead of sweat falls off.
Sebastopol says, "If you are becoming too hot, I can leave. I have been sweating long enough. It draws out the bad from your blood, you know."
Carolyne nods. "The toxins."
Sebastopol says, "Toks.... Is that like vaksins?"
Carolyne says, "It's the bad in the blood."
Sebastopol rubs a wet hand across his wet face, and gets up. He mutters, "I'm not stupid, you know. I just don't know half the words you folks use."
Carolyne says, "I didn't say you were. That's the easy way to define it."
Sebastopol mutters, "Been feeling pretty stupid lately. Mind you, being told I was stupid didn't help. I'm not....used to healing by *healing*."
Carolyne chuckles, then laughs. "Alright, I can see that."
Sebastopol mutters, as he shuffles past Carolyne toward the door and the cooler air, "I've never been so...sick as I was. I don't remember most of it. Just the shivering so hard, and all the voices in my head. I don't know what to expect. At other times, people would have just killed me and let the dawn sort it out."
Carolyne says, "Welcome to the happy land of fevers."
Sebastopol gives Carolyne a dark look, before pushing open the door. Air so much colder than the sauna's heat that it feels frigid rushes in, swirling the steam. "After you, lady healer."
Carolyne passes through the door, raising her chin to catch the cool.
Sebastopol takes up another rough cloth from outside the door and starts to rub his scarred arms and chest.
Sebastopol says, "Some of the dreams were true, you know."
Sebastopol says, "Maybe all of them."
Carolyne says, "Oh?"
Sebastopol says, "Rae was there. Freyja was there. Actually, Freyja speaks to me a lot lately. I'm not so sure about father, because he's dead. But he might be true too."
Carolyne arches a brow?
Sebastopol spreads his hands, flopping the towel in one of them. "In my dreams. It's how gods talk to you, you know. Rae's not a goddess, but *she* was real enough."
Carolyne grins and starts to move off. "Thane? Always call a woman a goddess."
Sebastopol smiles faintly. He goes back to drying himself off. "That's only useful if you're trying to talk them into joy-in-bed. Which contrary to any rumors you may have heard about me, is not the driving force in my life."
Carolyne says, "Oh, I hadn't heard any...until now. Enjoy your rest, Thane."
Sebastopol says, "Thank you for coming, lady Carolyne. I think I may live."
Carolyne says, "That would be a good thing, yes."