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01.Sep.12, 09:13 AM
Her pale blue eyes had never left the healer as she seemed to silently plead for answers that she might understand. His brief fidget and awkward tone confused her slightly, but she found reassurance when he straightened his posture and took on his serious ‘healer’ voice. That was the voice she could recognize speaking from other rooms in the Healer’s Hall when she was around and while such professional wording mostly floated right over the simpler woman’s head, she was still reassured by his overall reaction and the bits she could understand.
Sanderon had been stressed which translated to upset in Apari’s mind – which made perfect sense after the pain he had suffered at the lashing (she had seen that clearly enough in his demeanor even without the obvious bandages) as well as the pain she knew she herself had caused, though she had never meant to. Of course he had been upset.
It still made her shiver to think that the ‘upset’ had turned into violence however. That scared her.
”I don’t believe it’s part of his normal tendancies…”
That too, reassured Aparicus briefly. The Healer was smart, that was clear enough to see by the way he worked and the way he spoke. If this smart man felt that this was not normal for Sanderon, then Aparicus would take that to heart. After all, everyone makes mistakes – Apari had made plenty in her life to earn the beatings she had endured. Surely even men like Sanderon could make a mistake.
Of course, it didn’t dawn on her that Talian was human and as such could be afforded mistakes as well. After all, he was a Healer and in her mind a Master at that. If the man before her now said that he was certain Sanderon would be back, well then Sanderon would be back. Maybe not right away, but eventually.
Clearly taking comfort from his words, Aparicus had stopped the quiver in her voice and waver in her eyes – eyes that clearly brightened at the offer he made to take the flowers with him when he visited the young man. In her own relief and happiness, she missed the way his eyes widened in surprise at offering.
“Oh would you please? It would be wonderous of you!” Lifting the flowers up once more, she held them in both hands, closer to herself for a moment as a smile played on her lips before she walked to a nearby counter, placing the flowers that so that he might pick them up when he was ready without needing to take them directly from her.
“If you don’t mind…” she added, patting down her own pockets as she searched. “I think I should send a short note.” Blushing as she found she had no parchment or pen, she glanced up at the Master Healer and fumbled with an explaination of the additional burden.
“So that he knows I am sorry for not keeping my promise sooner.” Looking down at the surface the flowers sat upon, she added softly under her voice, “And to say I’m sorry for upsetting him further last time I was here.” Again she fumbled inside the patched pockets she had sewed onto her own skirt as she looked for something useful to write with or on.
Sanderon had been stressed which translated to upset in Apari’s mind – which made perfect sense after the pain he had suffered at the lashing (she had seen that clearly enough in his demeanor even without the obvious bandages) as well as the pain she knew she herself had caused, though she had never meant to. Of course he had been upset.
It still made her shiver to think that the ‘upset’ had turned into violence however. That scared her.
”I don’t believe it’s part of his normal tendancies…”
That too, reassured Aparicus briefly. The Healer was smart, that was clear enough to see by the way he worked and the way he spoke. If this smart man felt that this was not normal for Sanderon, then Aparicus would take that to heart. After all, everyone makes mistakes – Apari had made plenty in her life to earn the beatings she had endured. Surely even men like Sanderon could make a mistake.
Of course, it didn’t dawn on her that Talian was human and as such could be afforded mistakes as well. After all, he was a Healer and in her mind a Master at that. If the man before her now said that he was certain Sanderon would be back, well then Sanderon would be back. Maybe not right away, but eventually.
Clearly taking comfort from his words, Aparicus had stopped the quiver in her voice and waver in her eyes – eyes that clearly brightened at the offer he made to take the flowers with him when he visited the young man. In her own relief and happiness, she missed the way his eyes widened in surprise at offering.
“Oh would you please? It would be wonderous of you!” Lifting the flowers up once more, she held them in both hands, closer to herself for a moment as a smile played on her lips before she walked to a nearby counter, placing the flowers that so that he might pick them up when he was ready without needing to take them directly from her.
“If you don’t mind…” she added, patting down her own pockets as she searched. “I think I should send a short note.” Blushing as she found she had no parchment or pen, she glanced up at the Master Healer and fumbled with an explaination of the additional burden.
“So that he knows I am sorry for not keeping my promise sooner.” Looking down at the surface the flowers sat upon, she added softly under her voice, “And to say I’m sorry for upsetting him further last time I was here.” Again she fumbled inside the patched pockets she had sewed onto her own skirt as she looked for something useful to write with or on.
