"I do not. Feel free to read what you can, though I admit I haven't numbered them to go in order," Childermass replies. It's not like he planned all that much on others wanting to read anything he wrote, but he's been proven long before.
As it is, the notes he actually doesn't want read aren't up here and it isn't like he can't cloak the rest if he feels like it. Assuming Solas can't ferret out spots of magic, anyway. For all he knows... Ah. Now there's something he failed to ask.
He gives Solas a curious look now, asking, "What sort of medic are you, by the way? Physical or magical?"
For lack of a better term for it. He's used to to the regular sort of physician, magic still being to newly returned to England, but the carnival initially had the magical variety when he first arrived, though that has since changed up some.
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As it is, the notes he actually doesn't want read aren't up here and it isn't like he can't cloak the rest if he feels like it. Assuming Solas can't ferret out spots of magic, anyway. For all he knows... Ah. Now there's something he failed to ask.
He gives Solas a curious look now, asking, "What sort of medic are you, by the way? Physical or magical?"
For lack of a better term for it. He's used to to the regular sort of physician, magic still being to newly returned to England, but the carnival initially had the magical variety when he first arrived, though that has since changed up some.