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[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.

Or maybe it's just how he always looks, considering one side of his face is scarred horrifically.]

I... think I was supposed to contact the local medic. Or have her contact me. I think. Everything's a little hazy still.

Sort of hoped I'd gotten cracked on the head... But I guess we don't get to be that lucky...

[Garrus scrubs a hand over his face.]

And I'm out of stims. Perfect.

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[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?

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.

[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?

[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.

[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.]

Magic.

[She grins.]

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

[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?

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

[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.

[No fuss! All the better.]

The commander a Turian too? Does he need medicine?

[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.

[Sycora nods.]

All right then.

That supply should last you about a month, by the way. Come back when it starts to run low, and I'll give you more.

[Garrus shuts the box, looking down at it for a long moment. His other hand returns to fingering his scars -- it's probably a bad habit, by now.]

Sure. But...

Look, I'm grateful, but how do you really know this is going to work?

There's no way it can't.

[For a few seconds, her expression is entirely serious, but then she smiles.]

Just try it, Vakarian. At the very least, I know it won't harm you.

[He regards her with an expression a little like a raised eyebrow. Then shrugs.]

I don't really have any other options, do I?

Unless you consider starvation an option? No, you don't.

Not... really.

Right.

So, that's all I've got for you. If you don't have any questions, you can go back to your business.

I'm all right... I think.

[He examines the box again, for a moment, before turning to leave.]

If it works, it's appreciated.

[Sycora nods again, steps back towards the wall.]

Any complaints, you know where to find me.

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