Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Jul 14, 2010 10:46:16 GMT -5
When Ceinwen heard the soft moan coming from K’vys, she knew he was beginning to come around. He called for his dragon and attempted to sit, which only caused him pain. Ceinwen did her best to give him some support, but he quickly collapsed back against the bed, pinning her arm beneath his shoulder blades. ‘Great way to make a first impression with a patient,’ she thought to herself.
”Where am I?”
Having her arm pinned caused her to hover over him slightly and she watched as he looked at her, a brief glimmer of recognition passed between them and the quickly disappeared. She did not recognize him, however. Perhaps she reminded him of someone else, or in his pain he was imagining someone else. In her time as a healer she had experienced that form of mistaken identity on more than one occasion. “You are in the infirmary of the new Weyr,” she said softly. “I am the healer treating you. My name is Ceinwen. Your journey here left you very weak and you suffered some injury to your inner thighs. The skin there will be highly sensitive; the slightest touch can cause a surge of pain until the surface has time to heal. You also took a spill and landed on your elbow,” she maintained a very calm tone as she spoke to him.
She knew that she was overloading him with information, but it was important that he knew his condition and the reasons for his aches and pains. If she listed them all one by one, he would focus in on them in turn as they were discussed and when she was finished, he would be more aware of any other pains or injuries she may have left out. It was a trick her master had taught her in helping diagnose patients. “You’re likely very thirsty and I would gather, hungry as well. I have water here for you that I am going to want you to sip slowly,” she said reaching over her shoulder to pick up the glass. “Let me help prop you up,” she added and gently pulled up on his shoulder blades as she placed the glass into his good hand and then grabbed another pillow and slid it under him.
In that position he would be able to sip the water, without having to put any stress on his injured areas. She had heard the scratchiness in his voice. His throat had to feel like the desert. Ceinwen folded her hands in her lap and gave him a compassionate smile. Echo told her she would return and Ceinwen gave her a nod of acknowledgement before turning her attentions back to K’vys. The odor coming from the small dragon was beginning to permeate the room and she wondered if all little dragons smelled that way or if this was an unusual circumstance. Luckily she had not had breakfast or she may have lost it.
While K’vys drank she decided to tell him of his visitors. “A woman was here with you when I arrived, a Master Harper with red hair. I am sorry, but I did not catch her name. She stayed by your side for a time, before she had to take her leave.” A silly expression spread across her face as she thought of his next visitor and she had to turn her head away to wipe the smile off her face. Clearing her throat in an attempt to cover up her mooning, she looked down at her hands as if she were trying to recall the other person’s name. Then lifting her gaze to his again, she opened her mouth to say his melodious name allowed for the first time. “Lord R’gant was here as well. He looked over you while I tended your injuries and got you comfortable, then took his leave. He asked that we keep him apprised of your condition.”
Tag K’vys, Echo, Any
”Where am I?”
Having her arm pinned caused her to hover over him slightly and she watched as he looked at her, a brief glimmer of recognition passed between them and the quickly disappeared. She did not recognize him, however. Perhaps she reminded him of someone else, or in his pain he was imagining someone else. In her time as a healer she had experienced that form of mistaken identity on more than one occasion. “You are in the infirmary of the new Weyr,” she said softly. “I am the healer treating you. My name is Ceinwen. Your journey here left you very weak and you suffered some injury to your inner thighs. The skin there will be highly sensitive; the slightest touch can cause a surge of pain until the surface has time to heal. You also took a spill and landed on your elbow,” she maintained a very calm tone as she spoke to him.
She knew that she was overloading him with information, but it was important that he knew his condition and the reasons for his aches and pains. If she listed them all one by one, he would focus in on them in turn as they were discussed and when she was finished, he would be more aware of any other pains or injuries she may have left out. It was a trick her master had taught her in helping diagnose patients. “You’re likely very thirsty and I would gather, hungry as well. I have water here for you that I am going to want you to sip slowly,” she said reaching over her shoulder to pick up the glass. “Let me help prop you up,” she added and gently pulled up on his shoulder blades as she placed the glass into his good hand and then grabbed another pillow and slid it under him.
In that position he would be able to sip the water, without having to put any stress on his injured areas. She had heard the scratchiness in his voice. His throat had to feel like the desert. Ceinwen folded her hands in her lap and gave him a compassionate smile. Echo told her she would return and Ceinwen gave her a nod of acknowledgement before turning her attentions back to K’vys. The odor coming from the small dragon was beginning to permeate the room and she wondered if all little dragons smelled that way or if this was an unusual circumstance. Luckily she had not had breakfast or she may have lost it.
While K’vys drank she decided to tell him of his visitors. “A woman was here with you when I arrived, a Master Harper with red hair. I am sorry, but I did not catch her name. She stayed by your side for a time, before she had to take her leave.” A silly expression spread across her face as she thought of his next visitor and she had to turn her head away to wipe the smile off her face. Clearing her throat in an attempt to cover up her mooning, she looked down at her hands as if she were trying to recall the other person’s name. Then lifting her gaze to his again, she opened her mouth to say his melodious name allowed for the first time. “Lord R’gant was here as well. He looked over you while I tended your injuries and got you comfortable, then took his leave. He asked that we keep him apprised of your condition.”
Tag K’vys, Echo, Any