#OOC. sweet ol' staffy
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“interview”
if you can call it that...
It's nice enough to be needed.
The thought enters Safy's mind as she directs the light of her Heal spell towards the student's wounds, her staff aglow with that familiar warmth of faith. The student lets out a relieved sigh, and sinks deeper into the cot provided to them. Unconscious they may be, the serenity of comfort is clear across her face. Safy returns her staff to her satchel and allows herself a small smile.
"Many thanks for your help, sister!"
A fellow cleric says brightly, setting a bowl of water on the bedside table. She soaks a cloth in the liquid and wrings out the excess. Then, she hands it over to Safy, who starts cleaning the dried blood and pus covering the student's face. The Tahran laughs softly as she works, a bit sheepish.
"It's nothing." she replies, her hands instinctive with the back and forth motion of the rag, "I was already on my way to the monastery to enroll in the Officer's Academy, anyways. Escorting this student back is no trouble at all."
The cleric takes the dirtied cloth from Safy's hands and dampens it once more. The water turns a deep crimson, like the color of a sweet mulled wine.
"You did more than escort them, dear sister!" the laywoman exclaims, returning the moist towel to Safy's extended hand, "You practically saved their life! Had you not administered the proper first aid, I doubt they would have made it back here alive."
Safy's face turns red, and she finds herself looking down onto the student's sleeping face; if only to avoid engaging the cleric's eager gaze. She's not unused to praise— Lady Linoan and all the other Tahrans spoke ever so highly of her. But she never did feel it was warranted or deserved. The whole reason why she wished to go to the monastery in the first place was to further hone her spellcraft (and to reunite with her lady Linoan and Tina but… she would never admit to that).
This was all par for the course, she thinks— an expected outcome considering who she is and what she desires. Seeing others heal because of her is consolation enough. The incessant gratitude… it flusters her, sometimes.
She continues working in silence, removing the last of the bloodstains with firm yet gentle strokes. Then she passes it back to the cleric with an exhaled sigh, who steeps it in the water once more. Safy carefully undoes the uppermost buttons of their shirt, widening the opening of their reddened blouse enough to expose the injured part of their chest. Though her magic had closed the wound aptly, she thinks it would heal better if she takes a precaution. She can afford to, now that she works in a well-supplied infirmary.
"You shower me with praise," Safy's head is still lowered to a bow, "I only did what I felt I should. Now, please hand me a roll of bandages."
The cleric obliges, placing a ball of silk wrappings in her hand. Safy stares at it for a moment, impressed by Garreg Mach's amenities, before unraveling it to its full length.
"You're too humble, sister." The cleric says, waving a dirtied hand, "And hardworking, besides! You arrived with them in the afternoon and have stayed here until now." she lets out a laugh, "Night is quickly setting in. It seems the sun would sooner take to rest than you!"
Safy is too focused to return the laugh. Instead she continues leaning over the student's body, measuring the bandage until she is satisfied with the length. She takes the washcloth once more and scrunches out the surplus water, then cleans the flesh surrounding the closed wound. The student shudders from the sudden coolness of the rag.
"Right, right…" Safy murmurs, assessing the contusion. The student's cut had been deep and near-fatal when she saw it in the outskirts of the monastery. It had already bled profusely at that point, if their sanguine uniform was any indication. Though the wound was closed now, she fears the risk of it reopening later.
She adjusts the student's body gently, hoisting it up and letting it lean against the headrest. She opens a couple more buttons and, once she has ample space to work with, begins wrapping the bandage around their torso. She finds herself working faster here than she did back in the war— perhaps using actual wrappings as opposed to pieces of cloth torn from tunics made all the difference.
She ties the ends as she finishes, tugging them tight. Her hand goes to the student's forehead. The fever she had been monitoring seems to have risen. She frowns, then takes a bottle from her back. An S-drink, brought straight from home. It's not the most traditional of medicines, but she thinks it should be well enough. She hadn't thought to pack any vulneraries with her besides— this will do in the meantime. She pulls out the cork stopper and brings it to their lips. She tilts it slightly, urging a few drops to trickle down their throat. The student coughs at first, before soon relaxing and swallowing it down. Safy seals the bottle, returns it to her bag, and nods. She pulls the partition over to the side of the cot, covering it from what prying eyes may see them from the hallway.
Safy turns and meets the cleric's stare. She startles— she had almost forgotten her presence. "Oh, forgive me. You were speaking to me, weren't you?"
The cleric is quick to shake her head. "No! It's quite alright. I'm happy to see you so absorbed in your work. You're very resourceful! Though—" She looks down at Safy's worn and torn dress, "—may I please check something, if you don't mind?"
She rolls up Safy's sleeves before the Tahran has any moment to object. Her sharp blue eyes widen at the sight.
"Aha! I knew it! You have wounds and gashes of your own!" She points towards the scratches running up and down her forearm. Safy turns away— she had hoped to deal with that herself, when she went to her dorm. It's nothing bad enough to warrant a trip to the infirmary, especially since she had plenty of healing talent. She thought the student's blood would be enough to mask her own. Perhaps this lady was more perceptive than she last realized.
The cleric frowns as she rolls up the other sleeve, "Goddess, I can't believe those bandits would go after a woman of cloth like you…" she shakes her head, "Though, if they went after a student of the Officer's Academy, then I doubt such an act is beneath them."
She crosses her arms. "Sit down, please. Allow me to heal them."
Safy waves a hand, "I'll be alright. These wounds were not from the bandits, but rather, the brambles and thorns of the woods. They're small enough that I can tend to it on my own time."
The cleric clacks her tongue. She steps forward, seizing Safy's shoulders with a strength ill-befitting her dainty stature. She leads her to an empty cot, and forces her to sit down. She pouts.
"Sit! It will take but a moment. Consider it my thanks for saving that student's life— and for doing most of the healwork yourself." she huffs, "Honestly, for someone so careful and sensitive towards others, you seem spare none of the same compassion for yourself."
Safy falls silent. Once more, she finds herself unable to look the cleric in the eye. Like the lines of praise she was showered with, she's certainly heard this sort of critique before. Her head stays bowed as the cleric's hand hovers over her arms. Light emerges from her palm— an impressive sight, considering that Safy has yet to cast healing magic without the use of staves. As the spell continues to mend the different cuts that litter her skin, she sighs.
"I prioritize others, is all." Safy finally replies, "That is the core of my belief— to help others unceasingly. Even if they're strangers! To give others everything and seek nothing for myself is my creed."
The spell fades away. Safy readies herself for verbal resistance, but is instead met with an understanding hum. She looks up to see the cleric nodding.
"Huh… alright, I can't say I don't understand that. I share a similar line of thought myself…"
She puts her hands on her hips. "Still, you have to admit: you're some kind of hero, swooping in to save another's life— with little regard to your own, might I add." The cleric gasps, "Ooh, wait, I just remembered something. Do you know who you remind me of? The Good Almyran."
Safy blinks. "The… eh?"
"The Good Almyran!" The cleric repeats, clapping her hands together, "It's a popular folk story here. So there's this Alliance noble who gets jumped by bandits near Fodlan's Throat—"
"Sister, please!" Safy cries, face red with humiliation. She runs her fingers through her hair, "You've taken your praise too far! I am no hero; I am no Almyran. I doubt stories will ever even be written about me… but if they were, I would simply be…"
Safy falls quiet. She's long held the belief that if bards were to sing her story, Linoan would stand at the center, and she would be in the sides cheering her on. But perhaps that isn't the case– if this woman's adamant tributes to her skill hold any sort of truth, then maybe Safy herself would be worthy of the lead role.
But does she want that? Does she wish that for herself? Would she even allow such a story to be written? Raising her head to meet the cleric's gaze, she knows what her answer is.
No.
"I would simply be a cleric devoted to healing the sick." Safy finishes, "That is my role, and I am grateful to play it."
The cleric opens her mouth, ready to contest her claims— but before she is able to, a groan sounds from behind a partition. Safy rises to her feet. The student…
"Now if you could kindly excuse me," she flicks her head towards the cot, "I think I am needed elsewhere." she puts a hand to her chest and bows, "Thank you for your time."
She leaves before there is a chance to protest, disappearing behind the wooden partition in silence. Safy has no need nor want for flattery. She's grateful to be recognized, but…
It's nice enough to be needed.
#OOC. sweet ol' staffy#((i don't usually post my apps directly but... i really enjoyed wriitng this one))#((half interview half random medical healing bullshit that cheesed my brain OASCDKDSGOFK))
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a few things!
hello hello! new muse, a few new groundworks to lay!
- this safy aligns with the timeline the rest of the tahrans follow here, so 3 years after the holy war.
- while i’ve familiarized myself with safy’s faith and church, i don’t pretend to be an expert on the lore behind it, so if i ever get anything wrong— please tell me about it! feel free to also poke me if there’s a juicy piece of thracia lore that you think i’d want to know.
that’s all for now! i’m very excited to write her here 🙏
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amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?how do they express that pride ?
mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ?what do these words mean to them ?
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hell yeah two cakes!
amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?how do they express that pride ?
i think that it would have to be her homeland, tahra. she’s proud of how fiercely her city has fought against the empire, and how strongly it persists even in the face of hopelessness. and of course, she’s proud of linoan for stoking the people’s hope. she’s a very patriotic lady! we can see that through her constant action and devotion. a lot of what she’s doing is for tahra’s liberation and rebuilding. in fact, it’s her mission to tahra is what brings her to us in the first place. so yeah! she’s got that Tahra Pride
mint : does your muse view themself as virtuous & moral ?what do these words mean to them ?
she would never admit to it, honestly, but a part of her does believe that she’s doing the right thing. ‘right’, in this case, being the course of action that will bring peace to thracia, and help those who have been ceaselessly oppressed.
safy’s ending has her devoting the rest of her life to aiding the sick and poor. so i think that’s what virtue and morality mean to her; to be virtuous and moral is to uplift those who have been disenfranchised. and i think that’s the essence of what she and the rest of the liberation army are doing in-game.
#INBOX. i am grateful!#OOC. sweet ol' staffy#META. devotee of peace#((thanks for sending!! more fun stuff to chew on))#((she's such a compassionate lady sobs sobs))
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snapdragon : is your muse merciful ? why or why not ?
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before i get into this: let’s define the term ‘mercy’ very quickly:
mercy: compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one's power to punish or harm.
under this definition, i would say that yes; safy is merciful! i think we can see this most in a conversation between her and leif, after you recruit lifis
Lifis: We both know what'll happen! You handin' me over to them is as good as killin' me yourself! Safy, c'mon, we had a deal—I said I'd go to Tahra with you!
Safy: ...Lord Leif, Lifis is not an evil man. He's committed many foul acts as a pirate, yes, but he seemed genuinely repentant when we spoke earlier. Give him a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of the gods.
Leif: ...All right. If Safy believes in you, I can give you a chance for the time being.
she is in the position to punish— or rather, let the villagers of iz punish— lifis, but she chooses not to. because she believes in forgiveness. because she believes that he genuinely wants to make it up to them. of course, thracia spoils this by having lifis do his Bastard thing and Bastardly Hatch a Plot once safy and leif leave, but hey! lifis does become a better man, for what it’s worth.
in any case, safy believes in second chances. she believes that people can change, and offers them forgiveness if they show signs of doing so.
#INBOX. i am grateful!#OOC. sweet ol' staffy#META. devotee of peace#((srry for whipping out the dictionary i just))#((get unsure of the exact definitions of words sometimes KWMQKMWK))#((and i wanna make sure i get this right yknow))#((anyways! thanks for sending 🥺))
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lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?
We talked about this a lil before but :softsmile:
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hi erica!!!! yeah we Have spoken about safy's childhood a little, specifically in relation with tina. but thanks for giving me the chance to elaborate here!
i think safy’s your typical case of “maturing too quickly” though, rather than this being borne out of some tragedy, it’s a result of her duty and devotion. given how overprotective she is of tina, we can assume that she was very involved in raising her and taking care of her while she grew up— and seeing as she’s not that much older than her, we can assume that she was pretty young as she did this. here’s a screenshot of a dm i sent erica (thanks for letting me post it btw kiss kiss mwah) that better explains what i think
so there! by proxy, she would have to mature quickly so she could do her part in raising tina.
there’s also the fact that she’s been linoan’s servant for a long time. i can’t say exactly how long, but long enough that she’s a witness leif’s time in tahra. i’d say she was pretty young, then! but anyways, similarly to tina, i feel like she’d have to mature quickly in order to give linoan the emotional support that she does. then the subsequent treatment of linoan and tahra would only force her to grow up even more.
all this leads to her becoming very responsible and adult at her age. because of how others need her, and because of how she wishes to support others, she grew up very quickly. it’s made her a very strong-willed, dependable person, but i think it’s also made her hesitate to indulge herself in things. i don’t think she minds, though; her religious upbringing has no doubt made her selfless and self-sacrifcing. and i think she naturally has this caring instinct.
anyways, yeah! she spent most of her childhood protecting that of others (or at the very least, trying to) which is why she is the way she is now. that’s basically it.
#INBOX. i am grateful!#OOC. sweet ol' staffy#META. devotee of peace#((ty erica!!))#((i always love thinking abt this... how safy gave up her own childhood for her girls...))
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southernwood : how seriously does your muse take themself ?do they prefer a solemn & intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes & banter ?
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i think it honestly depends who she’s with. people like linoan and tina, who she’s resigned herself with the duty of protecting, are likely to encounter a more serious safy. she’s also more likely to hold herself seriously in front of nobles/ people of a higher tier in the hierarchy (this includes knights, professors, even the house leaders.)
but i think with friends she’s much more light-hearted. think the youths of leif’s army like tanya, osian, ronan; these people, i feel, she’d be much less uptight with. hell, throw lifis into the mix, too. people who are in a more or less equal footing with her will enjoy a casual safy.
#INBOX. i am grateful!#OOC. sweet ol' staffy#META. devotee of peace#((thanks for sending! i think this is what makes me v excited to write her in a toa setting))#((bcos she's very serious in thracia bcos of War business))#((but also bcos she's surrounded by people who are above her in a hierarchical sense))#((and she's thrust into a role w a lot of responsibility))#((so in toa she can let her hair down so to speak))#((very fun stuff :]))
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