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Date & Time: Sometime after the battle but before Sunday. /makes vague hand gestures.
Location: Hold Infirmary
Characters: Shelke and Galadriel
Summary: Sometimes a patient gets bored and decides to go wandering through the clinic. Sometimes that patient happens upon an elf healer. Things happen.
Warnings: None likely. Will update if needed.

As is usual lately, the infirmary buzzes with activity. Galadriel has a part of it, making her rounds swiftly and with little fuss, moving from patient to patient offering what relief she could. It wasn’t easy; even once the most critically injured had been stabilized, there was a great deal to be done. She had seen this before- the aftermath of battle. It’s always gruesome, always frantic. The songs never mention that- there’s little glory to be found in stitching up wounds. But healers fight a war of their own, in a way, and it is exhausting.

So Galadriel takes some time to herself- just a few moments to gather her thoughts and to rest. She would be of no use to anyone at all if she couldn’t think clearly. She sits in a quiet corner of a waiting area, resting her head in her hands and just listening to her surroundings, breathing in and out.

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She frowned faintly at that, although she could sort of see the resemblence to the elves she had met here.

"Like the sin'dorai?" She had spoken to a few of them. They were...something.

"Something like. I know of them, though they are not of my world. We differ in a great many respects, but there is some resemblance." But not the same. They were mortal, albeit long-lived, and there could be no greater divide.

"My people call ourselves 'Quendi' and I myself am counted among the Eldar and the Noldor. But you hardly need concern yourself with such details."

"Mm," a quiet noise, it almost would've been thoughtful if she ever sounded involved at all. Which she didn't. "We don't have elves on Gaia. Humans were the dominant race. There were a few other sentient ones, but they were..."

How to put it.

"Mostly dying off."

Shinra was very effective at what they did.

If Galadriel was disturbed by that last part, she didn't show it, instead nodding again. "Few here seem to know of my race and fewer still know of us as we are in Middle Earth. It does not surprise me that we are strange to you."

"Everything here is strange to me," it was an oddly open admission from the usually quiet girl, but perhaps the medication they had her on was making her chatty. Well, chatty for her.

"Nothing works properly here. Science does not work properly here."

“I will admit, I have heard much of this science and know far less of it.” And it’s not easy for her to admit when she’s completely out of her element. But on that subject, she certainly is. All she knows is that people are occasionally very insistent that what they do is ‘science’ and not ‘magic’ and the difference is not always clear to her. “But I will agree that very little here is as it should be.”

Shelke wasn't quite certain what to make of people who didn't know about science, she'd spent a decade immersed in it. It was just part of who she was.

"Apparently I am the exception, not the rule. Science functions here the way it does on most worlds. Just...not on Gaia." She frowned faintly as she spoke. "I suppose it doesn't matter. But it is...frustrating."

Galadriel felt much the same about people who didn't know about- or claimed not to believe in- magic. For her, it wasn't just a part of who she was, but a part of how the world worked. It simply was. So she would be a bit more understanding of that than you might expect.

"Gaia is the name of your world, then? Ours we call Arda."

"Yes. It is an old name, most people aren't aware of it or use it." Shelke looked thoughtful.

"What does Arda mean?"

"Literally, it means 'realm,' though few would use the term in that manner these days."

Shelke supposed that made sense, which made her question seem sort of silly. "Everyone on Gaia speaks the same language. Discovering there are so many other languages has been...fascinating, in a way."

"Only one language?" That startles her almost more than anything else that has been said thus far. "It is difficult to imagine. I speak three myself and that is but a small portion of those in existence."