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11.Jan.19, 02:27 AM
“Oh!” Madiquel flushed, embarrassed that she’d misunderstood. However, true to her easy nature she didn’t linger on either her embarrassment or any grudge that some other may have held against the Master for not being clearer. He hadn’t gotten upset with her misunderstanding, and Madiquel additionally figured that he had gotten information from the exchange, even if it hadn’t been exactly what he was after.
“Honestly, Sir, I’m afraid I still don’t know.” She paused, considering. “I know there is a lot to being a Healer; I guess mostly we see the emergency work, like when someone gets mauled or has an accident. There hasn’t been as much of that, since we left Katila, but I know it still happens. But I know healers also look after things like when Indivara had her baby or when a baby gets ill or when an old person is close to leaving us.” She paused again, and chewed on her lip for a moment.
“Do you know what happens when a dragon rider loses their dragon, but doesn’t die, too?” She studied him for a moment, but not seeing an immediate answer on his face, she lowered her gaze and continued. Her voice was soft, but determined.
“Papa lost his Denath in the landslide,” she said softly. “Lots of dragonless riders were dropped between by their friend’s or family, or they killed themselves by other means.” She paused, and glanced up, “Mama died that day, too. But Papa stayed, even though he’s in so much pain. But I needed him, so he stayed.” Her face was twisted with guilt, and she did her best to make it go away, but she’d never actually been able to talk to anyone about the current topic, who wasn’t somehow involved. She hadn’t honestly realised that maybe she needed to, until then.
“I helped him,” she whispered, “I had to make sure he ate, and bathed, and didn’t drink too much alcohol.” She didn’t bother to add that looking after her father let her keep her mind away from the trauma and fear that had resulted from the landslide. She’d grieved for the loss of her mother, the loss of Denath, the loss of her father as she’d always known him. But his need had helped her ignore everything else.
“Papa has good days, where he smiles and he is playful and he helps R’nya with running the Weyr. But he had more bad days, where he can’t get out of bed, or eat, or he hears Denath even though he’s not here, or he just stares blankly at nothing until he breaks down.”
Madiquel took a deep breath, and looked up. “I want to help him.” And she didn’t mean by dropping her beloved Papa into the black and icy cold of between. Then she sighed softly, because she knew that was where her Papa really wanted to be, but she knew he wouldn’t, not while he thought she still needed him. “I also want him to know I’ll be okay, and he doesn’t have to stay away from Denath too much longer… I think being a Healer will do both.”
She finally looked up, straightening her shoulders and meeting Verec’s gaze with determination.
“Honestly, Sir, I’m afraid I still don’t know.” She paused, considering. “I know there is a lot to being a Healer; I guess mostly we see the emergency work, like when someone gets mauled or has an accident. There hasn’t been as much of that, since we left Katila, but I know it still happens. But I know healers also look after things like when Indivara had her baby or when a baby gets ill or when an old person is close to leaving us.” She paused again, and chewed on her lip for a moment.
“Do you know what happens when a dragon rider loses their dragon, but doesn’t die, too?” She studied him for a moment, but not seeing an immediate answer on his face, she lowered her gaze and continued. Her voice was soft, but determined.
“Papa lost his Denath in the landslide,” she said softly. “Lots of dragonless riders were dropped between by their friend’s or family, or they killed themselves by other means.” She paused, and glanced up, “Mama died that day, too. But Papa stayed, even though he’s in so much pain. But I needed him, so he stayed.” Her face was twisted with guilt, and she did her best to make it go away, but she’d never actually been able to talk to anyone about the current topic, who wasn’t somehow involved. She hadn’t honestly realised that maybe she needed to, until then.
“I helped him,” she whispered, “I had to make sure he ate, and bathed, and didn’t drink too much alcohol.” She didn’t bother to add that looking after her father let her keep her mind away from the trauma and fear that had resulted from the landslide. She’d grieved for the loss of her mother, the loss of Denath, the loss of her father as she’d always known him. But his need had helped her ignore everything else.
“Papa has good days, where he smiles and he is playful and he helps R’nya with running the Weyr. But he had more bad days, where he can’t get out of bed, or eat, or he hears Denath even though he’s not here, or he just stares blankly at nothing until he breaks down.”
Madiquel took a deep breath, and looked up. “I want to help him.” And she didn’t mean by dropping her beloved Papa into the black and icy cold of between. Then she sighed softly, because she knew that was where her Papa really wanted to be, but she knew he wouldn’t, not while he thought she still needed him. “I also want him to know I’ll be okay, and he doesn’t have to stay away from Denath too much longer… I think being a Healer will do both.”
She finally looked up, straightening her shoulders and meeting Verec’s gaze with determination.
