Tadchaen-a-Min (Forward dated to sometime that is obscenely early in the morning)

[inafadingcrown]

[Someone is paying the price of room redecorating/expanding via wishing. And is stubbornly sitting at her desk, attempting to continue working despite her misery. It also happens to be the first time she has ever been sick- elf immunity, you know.]

[Filtered from first gens, their allies, or anyone who would pass information on to them]

I find it curious that there has been so little discussion regarding what was discovered in that alternate realm not long ago. Mayhaps many do not wish to dwell on it. Such an attitude is more than understandable and yet I think it important to—

[There’s some rustling as she cuts herself off and reaches for a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her brow. How is she sweating when she has chills? She’s exhausted, sweating, freezing, and generally feeling miserable. And she certainly sounds it when she speaks again.]

Forgive me, I seem to be somewhat unwell. [A pause as she gathers herself enough to continue.]

I also wish to enquire about an upcoming expedition. I believe I have heard it mentioned, but there is precious little information about.

[There’s some more rustling as she shifts restlessly in her seat and then the journal catches her muttering to herself:] I do not know how mortals endure this.

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

[But sure. In the interest of medicine, she'll answer.]

But we are much as humans in that regard. [That would a "yes."]

1/2

[atrophied]

Interesting. I ask because dysmenorrhea is a fancy medical term for what most people just call menstrual cramps. It'd be pretty stupid of me to recommend something you would never need.

[ See? He's not being an ass just for the sake of being an ass. There is legit medical curiosity here.

But mostly he's just an ass. ]

Galadriel

[atrophied]

Let me guess. Malaise. Tired. Either chills or excessive sweating.

[ The last is an assumption, but if he's right on the first two (which he's willing to bet his good leg on being), it'd be odd to not see either. ]

Dr. House

[inafadingcrown]

Both, unfortunately. You are right on all counts.

Galadriel

[atrophied]

Good news, it could be worse. Bad news, might just be worse seeing as the castle is involved.

Drink tea. Bundle up. If it gets worse, take some Motrin. One tablet every four to six hours. If symptoms don't get better, take another one. Sadly human to elf dosage conversion wasn't part of my curriculum so it's all guesswork how much will be enough.

[ The helpfulest. ]

Dr. House

[inafadingcrown]

[Actually, he is being one of the most helpful, surprisingly enough. This is good advice.]

You have my thanks. If it is not readily apparent, I am not accustomed to dealing with these matters.

Galadriel

[atrophied]

No, not apparent at all. The grumbling covered that up quite nicely.

Dr. House

[inafadingcrown]

[MORE GRUMBLING]

Forgive me if I was not prepared for an impossibility.

Galadriel

[atrophied]

You're forgiven.

[inafadingcrown]

[House... She doesn't even have a reply for that. Just a disgruntled noise. She can't deal with you right now.]