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[turian_honor]

[It's doubtful anyone in the Keep has seen a turian before. If not, here's your chance. The one in question is sitting on his bed... cot... thing, staring down at the journal in his hands. He looks a lot less exhausted -- since he just slept for days, but no less banged around

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[sanomorior]

Garrus Vakarian?

[That is you, right, Mister Turian? She recognizes the voice.]

Just the person I needed to see. I've got something for you.

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[turian_honor]

Yeah. That's me.

[Oh good -- he was hoping she'd hear.]

Sounds good... I think. Where at?

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[sanomorior]

Infirmary. The floor below entry level in the great keep.

[She gives him direct instructions from there. After all, her floor does share the kitchen, the pantry, and the cool room.]

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[turian_honor]

Right. Be there in a minute.

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[sanomorior]

I'll be waiting.

[Sycora moves from her desk into the main section of the infirmary to wait for Garrus. With any luck, he wouldn't get lost.]

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[turian_honor]

[It's not long before Garrus pokes his head in. The long... long... sleep helped clear his head somewhat, but there's the aftereffects of the stims. And the remaining damage from the fight with the Collectors.

So he limps a little, but nothing too bothersome.]

Hello?

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[sanomorior]

Hello.

[She notes that limp, Garrus, but she doesn't comment on it. Sycora stands up from where she leaned against the wall, drawing up to her full height of five-foot-two. Her hair, as usual, is pulled into a bun. Though her appearance is neat, she looks tired.

The infirmary is very... medium-sized. Torches keep the room well-lit and cots line one wall. On the other wall, there's a large cabinet. One door, firmly closed, can be seen from the entrance point.]

Right to business, then.

[Sycora holds up a small wooden box. It's closed, but should Garrus open it, he'll find it full of small square wafers. They're mottled black and brown, rather like marbled bread.]

This is a medicine that'll allow your body to metabolize the food we have in-keep. Take one daily, and you should have no trouble.

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[turian_honor]

[Which means he has to look way down to meet her eyes -- turians aren't a short species, by any means. His eyes flick around the room, noting the contents, while he idly scrubs at his scars with one hand.]

Guess I should probably say it's nice meeting you.

[Then his attention is distracted. He accepts it, wordlessly, peering inside. His mandibles flick.]

I've never heard of anything like this. Where did it come from?

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[sanomorior]

[Hey, she has to look way up. Even trade?]

A pleasure.

[The mandibles are... interesting. Sycora watches with curiosity, but then looks into his eyes.]

The medicine was made here in the keep. I doubt you'd find anything like it back on your world.

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[turian_honor]

[Then she'll have the pleasure of watching them flick in and out again -- or one of them, anyway. The other just sort of twitches.]

Made here...? With what?

[Since he doesn't see anything he's used to seeing, in terms of medical equipment.]

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[sanomorior]

Magic.

[She grins.]

Kidding. Can't tell you the trade secrets, though.

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[turian_honor]

[He just stares. Blinks. Right. A joke. Garrus huffs out a breath, and shakes his head.]

So how am I supposed to know this will work?

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[sanomorior]

Try it. I have no doubts that it'll work for you.

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[turian_honor]

[He regards the box in his hands for a moment or two longer, before nodding. Try it or die, he supposes.]

And, if not, you'll probably hear from the commander.

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[sanomorior]

[No fuss! All the better.]

The commander a Turian too? Does he need medicine?

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[turian_honor]

[Quite frankly, Garrus is a bit too worn out still to really protest at this point.]

Er. No. She's human, actually. As far as I know, she's not injured.