25.May.19, 04:37 PM
“Booo,” Mylorah didn’t like hearing that the massage was over. She had been lucky to get what she did when even the Healer had only slapped a coat of numbweed on her skin and sent her on her way. She could tell F’drel had little siblings given the way he carefully took his time to make sure everything was done properly and the other person was comfortable the whole time and not lacking in anything while in his care. He might have given off the impression that he would simply close the door in the face of anyone looking for help but Mylorah was happy she knew better—even if knowing still didn’t get her an endless massage while sunbathing on his ledge.
“Everywhere is still bothering me to some degree but it’s infinitely better than it was.” Numbweed did as advertised and numbed the pain though it didn’t fully take it away. She wasn’t dying from the itchiness or swelling at her joints now but there was a dull ache that she could mostly ignore—especially once she started her chores and was properly distracted.
“You’re my hero and I won’t hear you say anything to the contrary.” No doubt he would try but Mylorah would just wave it away and list all the reasons why he was not only a hero but simply an amazing friend. By the end of the list she’d hopefully have him blushing or annoyed for saying such things and the look she gave F’drel as he stepped away from his task said she was up to the challenge if he wanted it.
“Now go wash your hands before you touch your cheek and put half your face to sleep,” she laughed at the idea and set about putting her dress back on properly. Standing, the chair was returned to its original position as well since she knew how much of a neat freak F’drel could be and didn’t want to leave any sort of mess after the favour he did. “I’ll keep the jar here if you don’t mind because I am definitely coming back after tonight’s bath for a reapplication. I better get moving. I’m in laundry all day and won’t hear the end of it if I’m late.”
Wandering over to F’drel’s side, Mylorah bounced up on tip toe—she hated that she was taller than most girls but still annoyingly short against most boys—and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you again and I owe you for this. Oh, and for coming to rescue me for midday meal,” she practically sang the stated request before turning to make her exit.
“Everywhere is still bothering me to some degree but it’s infinitely better than it was.” Numbweed did as advertised and numbed the pain though it didn’t fully take it away. She wasn’t dying from the itchiness or swelling at her joints now but there was a dull ache that she could mostly ignore—especially once she started her chores and was properly distracted.
“You’re my hero and I won’t hear you say anything to the contrary.” No doubt he would try but Mylorah would just wave it away and list all the reasons why he was not only a hero but simply an amazing friend. By the end of the list she’d hopefully have him blushing or annoyed for saying such things and the look she gave F’drel as he stepped away from his task said she was up to the challenge if he wanted it.
“Now go wash your hands before you touch your cheek and put half your face to sleep,” she laughed at the idea and set about putting her dress back on properly. Standing, the chair was returned to its original position as well since she knew how much of a neat freak F’drel could be and didn’t want to leave any sort of mess after the favour he did. “I’ll keep the jar here if you don’t mind because I am definitely coming back after tonight’s bath for a reapplication. I better get moving. I’m in laundry all day and won’t hear the end of it if I’m late.”
Wandering over to F’drel’s side, Mylorah bounced up on tip toe—she hated that she was taller than most girls but still annoyingly short against most boys—and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you again and I owe you for this. Oh, and for coming to rescue me for midday meal,” she practically sang the stated request before turning to make her exit.