Daine's a bit less wary of Aziraphale's illness than Jay, but she's not about to crowd folk who are working. She hangs back as the angel examines Tim, and frowns at his explanation. The masked fellow had struck her as some sort of usurper, not a part of Tim from the beginning, and certainly not needful. Maybe it's like her magic, and they could put a wall around it to keep it in line... but it would have to be there before they could even think of doing that.
And until then, Tim's just... stuck.
Daine presses her lips together unhappily. If Aziraphale can't get him back, that's her best plan out the window. The only one remaining is to just wait for Tim to wake on his own (or at the Rift's pleasure, more like). He will, she thinks. The Rift might muck around with parting folk from their bodies, but if it really wanted to kill Tim, she thinks - or hopes - that it would just do it.
He'll wake. But Mithros knows which part of him will do the waking.
"A hospital might not be safest," she says. She glances at Jay, more in preemptive apology than to seek permission, before adding, "The part of Tim that's missing is dangerous. It's attacked folk. For all we know, it'll be holding the reins when he wakes." And if that happens, even if he doesn't manage to hurt anyone, it'll be that much harder to get him out of whatever hospital they put him in. Even the Rifty clinic probably isn't equipped to handle something like this.
Ma was a healer, and not with such a grand Gift that Daine didn't learn how to do things the hard way, first. Caring for the bedridden isn't new ground so much as very old ground she hasn't had to tread in a long time. "It shouldn't be that hard to keep him clean and comfortable," she says, "but I don't know how we'd keep him fed." If he's too far gone to wake or dream, he might be too far gone to swallow without choking.
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And until then, Tim's just... stuck.
Daine presses her lips together unhappily. If Aziraphale can't get him back, that's her best plan out the window. The only one remaining is to just wait for Tim to wake on his own (or at the Rift's pleasure, more like). He will, she thinks. The Rift might muck around with parting folk from their bodies, but if it really wanted to kill Tim, she thinks - or hopes - that it would just do it.
He'll wake. But Mithros knows which part of him will do the waking.
"A hospital might not be safest," she says. She glances at Jay, more in preemptive apology than to seek permission, before adding, "The part of Tim that's missing is dangerous. It's attacked folk. For all we know, it'll be holding the reins when he wakes." And if that happens, even if he doesn't manage to hurt anyone, it'll be that much harder to get him out of whatever hospital they put him in. Even the Rifty clinic probably isn't equipped to handle something like this.
Ma was a healer, and not with such a grand Gift that Daine didn't learn how to do things the hard way, first. Caring for the bedridden isn't new ground so much as very old ground she hasn't had to tread in a long time. "It shouldn't be that hard to keep him clean and comfortable," she says, "but I don't know how we'd keep him fed." If he's too far gone to wake or dream, he might be too far gone to swallow without choking.