[ Reynir makes a soft ohhh of understanding. From the sound of it, it's a misunderstanding born of imperfect translation. Spirits, in his world, can be many different things, but they aren't gods. It sounds as if Turians refer to their gods as 'spirits', so yeah, he can see why that question might be sort of weird and uncomfortable.
But instead of hashing all that out, he's totally thrown off by the knowledge that Turians are a kind of species and this pereson is from another planet. Green eyes wide and credulous, Reynir asks: ]
Like the moon?!
[ Listen: he is a literal peasant, he doesn't know anything about astronomy! The fact that he's not 100% clear on the difference between a planet and a moon ought to be some clue about the level of education he's working with here. Hint - not much!
But guess what he does know about? He knows about quarantines. They are a part of life in his world, and he immediately thinks of a dozen practical concerns that Garrus has not: ]
I think it's a little more complicated than that. You'd need at least one doctor to monitor people for symptoms and look after them if they have any like, separate injuries they come in with. And you would need to arrange a food schedule and someone to wash dishes and how to deal with laundry and linens that might be contaminated, and that's not even getting in to entertainment and other ways to make it not any more horrible and tedious than it has to be.
[ A hint of sadness slips into his expression then, and he rubs at the back of his neck. ]
If... someone showed up infected, and they're in quarantine, those might be the last few weeks of their life. It shouldn't - be awful, and uncomfortable, and lonely.
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But instead of hashing all that out, he's totally thrown off by the knowledge that Turians are a kind of species and this pereson is from another planet. Green eyes wide and credulous, Reynir asks: ]
Like the moon?!
[ Listen: he is a literal peasant, he doesn't know anything about astronomy! The fact that he's not 100% clear on the difference between a planet and a moon ought to be some clue about the level of education he's working with here. Hint - not much!
But guess what he does know about? He knows about quarantines. They are a part of life in his world, and he immediately thinks of a dozen practical concerns that Garrus has not: ]
I think it's a little more complicated than that. You'd need at least one doctor to monitor people for symptoms and look after them if they have any like, separate injuries they come in with. And you would need to arrange a food schedule and someone to wash dishes and how to deal with laundry and linens that might be contaminated, and that's not even getting in to entertainment and other ways to make it not any more horrible and tedious than it has to be.
[ A hint of sadness slips into his expression then, and he rubs at the back of his neck. ]
If... someone showed up infected, and they're in quarantine, those might be the last few weeks of their life. It shouldn't - be awful, and uncomfortable, and lonely.