Kastor opens his mouth to explain what happens to the indigestibles, but fresh from a minor social disaster he's cautious enough not to blurt it out, and after a second realizes how obnoxious that would be. Instead he says, "You guys all know a whole lot more about how that works than I do. You must come from places with a lot of doctors."
"Well, no wonder you know how guts work," Kastor nods. This makes perfect sense. Educated people know a whole lot of things that a mere habitual book-borrower wouldn't know.
"Huh. Dotz news to me bot den hy em mostly a sawbonez, hyu stomach ache iz only mine problem eef hyu ate sumtink vot dozen´t like hyu moch. Den hyu eidder know vot to giff hyu or yell for sumvun vot doze." She gives @Nacre a look. "Hy em glad hy don´t haff to try medikink hyu."
“If you ever do need someone to medic you, I’d be plenty willing to give it a shot. Be surprised if it came up anytime soon, though.”
"Well, you never know," Riaa said. "I learned to use blood and bone foci for healing but that's basically only good for basic stuff, you know? Setting bones and making sure people don't bleed to death. Not much good for anything else."
"My mother can make spirits heal people," Kastor offers, "but that's not physicking. It's just ghost-bothering. Plus if you don't use your own ancestors it's just wrong."
He thinks about this a little bit. "It's probably okay to use either, if the patient's ancestors are bound properly and stuff. Like, available for the job, but their clan's shaman isn't around, or is terrible at it or something. You just can't go around kidnapping random dead people, you know? That's necromancy. The gods get real pissy."
"Pissed-off ghost given an opening to fuck with someone's body? Sounds like a bad time for all involved," Riaa said. "Your gods actually get involved in magic?"
Taken aback, Kastor hesitates awkwardly. "I guess, but why? I don't think you even could go to my world, the door doesn't work like that, does it? And even if you did, they wouldn't be your gods." ((don't let him put you off, he's just a little bit possessive of his national deities))
Berit bites her lip. "Sorry. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Honestly, I'm just curious."
"I certainly wouldn't mind knowing more," Nacre adds. This has all been such a great conversation. Either everyone's attention is on her, or she gets to find out new weird details about aliens. It's win-win!
