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30.Dec.13, 03:07 PM
It had been nearly a month since devastation struck but some days it still felt like the immediate hours afterward. So many people had been lost by that unexpected fury of the land although C’dhin and Coroth did their best to assist everyone that came across. Sometimes he’d wake in the night from nightmares that showed him he couldn’t save someone, that he had missed someone by not looking hard enough, or that he had never made it out of his hut. Coroth was growing better at soothing him in those moments but C’dhin hadn’t wanted to be a burden to her and worked on letting go of guilt and the stress that plagued everyone. He accepted what had happened and looked to the positive even if that was few and far between.
The day before, he had managed to talk a friend into letting him use his little kitchen again. C’dhin still didn’t want to bother the actual kitchen folk since they were strained enough with restocking their supplies and continuing to feed the shattered community but a friend’s hut was left intact and he didn’t mind helping out the man that loved to bake and share the creations and let the main in for the fourth time since the landslide. There were still people bed bound for various reasons and C’dhin wanted to give them a home-baked treat to help raise their spirits. It wasn’t much, but it was something and he couldn’t help but wonder if some people felt forgotten in their little room as everyone continued to rebuild. His last few trips had met with some broken hearts on both ends but smiles were still and that was what kept C’dhin returning.
That day, he had a small bag with a handful each of three kinds of cookies. He had learned not to get too creative with his treats since most hadn’t been eating properly or couldn’t enjoy things through the pain, so simple cookies seemed to be the best option. They were handed out all morning with C’dhin stopping to talk to each patient that was awake enough for a visit. When he reached the last door, he almost didn’t go in. He had been told it was bluerider I’shan but the man was never conscious for long and it wasn’t worth stopping in. The second and third visit had resulted in him peeking in but I’shan had indeed been sleeping.
This time was no different as he peeked in again. The man couldn’t sleep forever, right? Quietly the door was pushed open and his head was stuck into the room with pale green eyes lighting up when he saw the bluerider seemed awake and slightly coherent. “Hi,” it was best to start out with a simple greeting that was spoken softly. People didn’t like loud voices either when they were healing, he had learned. Stepping in, C’dhin held up the last bag of cookies and smiled. “I brought treats if you’d like them.”
The day before, he had managed to talk a friend into letting him use his little kitchen again. C’dhin still didn’t want to bother the actual kitchen folk since they were strained enough with restocking their supplies and continuing to feed the shattered community but a friend’s hut was left intact and he didn’t mind helping out the man that loved to bake and share the creations and let the main in for the fourth time since the landslide. There were still people bed bound for various reasons and C’dhin wanted to give them a home-baked treat to help raise their spirits. It wasn’t much, but it was something and he couldn’t help but wonder if some people felt forgotten in their little room as everyone continued to rebuild. His last few trips had met with some broken hearts on both ends but smiles were still and that was what kept C’dhin returning.
That day, he had a small bag with a handful each of three kinds of cookies. He had learned not to get too creative with his treats since most hadn’t been eating properly or couldn’t enjoy things through the pain, so simple cookies seemed to be the best option. They were handed out all morning with C’dhin stopping to talk to each patient that was awake enough for a visit. When he reached the last door, he almost didn’t go in. He had been told it was bluerider I’shan but the man was never conscious for long and it wasn’t worth stopping in. The second and third visit had resulted in him peeking in but I’shan had indeed been sleeping.
This time was no different as he peeked in again. The man couldn’t sleep forever, right? Quietly the door was pushed open and his head was stuck into the room with pale green eyes lighting up when he saw the bluerider seemed awake and slightly coherent. “Hi,” it was best to start out with a simple greeting that was spoken softly. People didn’t like loud voices either when they were healing, he had learned. Stepping in, C’dhin held up the last bag of cookies and smiled. “I brought treats if you’d like them.”
