fandomhigh | Cultural Understanding, Monday.

"By now, we are all aware that darkness stalks the island's shores," Morrigan began simply, once everyone had arrived. "So today, we shall simply talk. Each culture - not to mention each person - meets adversity in a different manner."

"Some people, especially the big, strong and quiet types, like to beat things up, or sit around brooding," Alistair said, his usual chirp very much absent, though the dry humor wasn't. "Which is a little boring, if you ask me. Have you ever tried to have a conversation with someone like that? I mean, with some of the templars, I'd taken up making faces just to see what they'd do."

You did not want to deal with a bored Alistair. Especially not during times of crisis.

"Others find their solace in nature, or by sharing their feelings with their friends," Alistair continued, "Me, I don't think there's anything wrong with a good joke or two. After all, what's a good end of the world if you can't laugh about it?" He sounded distinctly sardonic, though, edging towards downtrodden.

"Some of us have simply do not have a previous frame of reference for loss," Morrigan continued frankly, "-and may not not know what it is they should do with themselves. Others simply repress all feelings in favor of carrying on and not letting anyone know that something is wrong, which cannot be healthy." Yes, students, she's referring to most of you.

"So," said Alistair, a little bolstered by the fact that Morrigan was putting in an effort like this - not that he'd ever admit it, "We're here to talk. To share. To strategize. Or to make terrible jokes. It's up to you."

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"For those that need something to do with their hands, I've brought some basics for making poultices and bandages," Morrigan said briskly. "If you cannot find something else useful to do, you may work for me for this class period."

Mercy quietly went over to get the materials and await instructions.

"Do you prefer working with herbs or making bandages?" Morrigan asked, not looking up from where she was grinding some things with a mortar and pestle. "If you can knit (http://www.ehow.com/how_2087578_make-leper-bandage.html), I may put you to work with the yarn."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Mercy said quietly. "I don't know how to knit. But if you show me how I'll do either of the other two things."

"This is not a time to be demure, girl. If you have a strength, speak-up," Morrigan retorted, although not as sharply as she usually would sound. "You never know what may be useful until you say something."

"Although if you like, you may start with mixing equal parts of flaxseed and marjoram - this, and this - into a bowl and grinding them into a fine powder. We'll add that to some clay in a bit, and seal it into flasks to use at a later point. It works well for sprains, bruises, swelling, or abscesses."

"I've never done anything like either of those," Mercy said quietly. "I'm good at fixing cars, if that's useful. I'm also not bad at bandaging, but ours come premade."

She began mixing the herbs and grinding them as finely as she could.

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