24.Aug.12, 12:45 AM
The door slammed open as Sanderon's face melted like candlewax from pain to fear and back to stubbornness. Finally, it was as though she had made some kind of contact with him! her victory was short-lived, however. Jada flinched at the loud noise, and spun where she stood, taking in the Healers. She should leave? She had only just gotten here! No! Jada protested with a little noise, and was politely pushed aside, physically moved out of the way.
"He tripped!" she agreed, echoing Sanderon's frantic words, though she gave the Hunter a bewildered look behind the Healers back. Really, tripped? He couldn't think of a better excuse in the spur of the moment? Even she could have thought of something better, though she was a terrible liar and they probably would have known what she was up to. Boots stepped into the pile of wherry meat, and she heard the squeak of juice and bootleather twisting together into the stone, a wet slosh. Protesting, Jada was politely pushed back away from the bed.
"You've caused enough trouble." the woman told her, eyes flickering. Pulling something out of her pocket, she stepped closer to the boy.
It would be for the best, Jada told herself as she listened to the sounds of combat. She could at least do him the courtesy of not witnessing his shame. Jada turned her head, squatting down on the other side of the table and collecting the basket. One bubbly pie had survived his tantrum, and she took a vicious bite of it, drowning her self-loathing in berries. The sounds were over quickly; and eventually she heard feet moving away from the bed. The Healer was correcting the table, and the woman had left. "I'll take care of it." she told the man, and saw him glance at her, then the bed. "Please. I won't rile him up anymore."
Alone with the patient, Jada carefully cleaned up traces of wherry meat and fruit from the floor and the wall. Talian would kill her if he saw what she had let someone do to his Hall. When the mumbled words came through to her ears, she blinked up at Sand from her position on the floor. "It's fine." She told him, and her eyes crinkled as she gave him a gentle smile. Reaching up, she brushed a lock of hair away from his drug-dazed eyes lightly. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." Even if she had fought for him, all she would have gotten...
Was kicked out.
"He tripped!" she agreed, echoing Sanderon's frantic words, though she gave the Hunter a bewildered look behind the Healers back. Really, tripped? He couldn't think of a better excuse in the spur of the moment? Even she could have thought of something better, though she was a terrible liar and they probably would have known what she was up to. Boots stepped into the pile of wherry meat, and she heard the squeak of juice and bootleather twisting together into the stone, a wet slosh. Protesting, Jada was politely pushed back away from the bed.
"You've caused enough trouble." the woman told her, eyes flickering. Pulling something out of her pocket, she stepped closer to the boy.
It would be for the best, Jada told herself as she listened to the sounds of combat. She could at least do him the courtesy of not witnessing his shame. Jada turned her head, squatting down on the other side of the table and collecting the basket. One bubbly pie had survived his tantrum, and she took a vicious bite of it, drowning her self-loathing in berries. The sounds were over quickly; and eventually she heard feet moving away from the bed. The Healer was correcting the table, and the woman had left. "I'll take care of it." she told the man, and saw him glance at her, then the bed. "Please. I won't rile him up anymore."
Alone with the patient, Jada carefully cleaned up traces of wherry meat and fruit from the floor and the wall. Talian would kill her if he saw what she had let someone do to his Hall. When the mumbled words came through to her ears, she blinked up at Sand from her position on the floor. "It's fine." She told him, and her eyes crinkled as she gave him a gentle smile. Reaching up, she brushed a lock of hair away from his drug-dazed eyes lightly. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." Even if she had fought for him, all she would have gotten...
Was kicked out.