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03.Oct.12, 06:55 PM
Aparicus couldn’t help but wince visibly as the healer told her that it was unacceptable for her to practice her stitching on her own leg. Apari knew it made sense not to let her do it herself, but her fear wouldn’t allow her to keep from trying to coax him to that end none-the-less. If it had been anyone else, she’d have quietly coaxed them to let a healer help them. She knew she would have. Her high respect for healers was screaming at her to be sensible and trust the man who had more training than she’d ever hope to receive in her own craft. Her phobia, however, screamed louder.
She saw clearly that his hands were empty when he showed them, but it didn’t stop her from taking a single step back as he slowly advanced on her. It wasn’t until he promised to do nothing without her permission followed by the comment that she could apply the numbweed herself that she decided to follow. Her leg was burning and even if she ended up leaving here without the stitches she thought she needed, she could at least ease the pain with the numbweed he was offering.
As she followed him, abet slowly, she also didn’t fail to notice the stick of cinnamon he pulled from his pocket to slip into his mouth with a smile. The gesture did work to ease the frown on her face and even bring one corner of her mouth up in a slight smile. “Okay.” She said, agreeing that she’d put the numbweed on herself after following him. The cinnamon stick reminded her of the last kind gesture the Master Healer had done for her, delivering the flowers to the young man named Sanderon. He hadn’t needed to do that kind gesture, but he had and she’d gifted him the sticks as a thank you.
Surely the man would continue to be kind hearted and help her. It gave her hope. He’d been kind before, perhaps with just a little more coaxing he’d be kind enough to walk her through the stitching instead of cruelly insisting of doing them himself.
“You still have the sticks I gave you.” She said with a soft smile as she found herself lead to a smaller room with several objects, most notably the bed meant to be for a doctor’s patient. She hesitated again until she watched him set the jar of numbweed on the bed and back away from it. Nodding her thanks, she moved to the bed herself when there was room and carefully sat herself on the edge. It was with shaky hands that she raised her skirt so high and for a brief moment she had to remind herself that the man before her was a Healer and not another sort of man.
Finally getting the edge of the skirt high enough to expose just the one knee with it’s cut a short distance above it, she settled the cloth so it wouldn’t fall back down before picking up the Jar of numbweed and fumbled with the top for a moment before it opened. She couldn’t help but wince again as she touched the numbweed to her skin, first around the cut then directly on it with light fingers. She didn’t like pain and knew her own fingers could be clumsy, but it was clear that she’d at least applied numbweed to herself before.
“If you run low on the cinnamon sticks, you just need to let me know and I’ll be glad to get you more.” She said softly as she worked. Closing the lid on the jar once more, she wiped her now numb fingers on her already ruined skirt before looking back up at the doctor, this time widening her own eyes in an appeal for him to give in. “Perhaps you could simply walk me through the stitching… I’m sure it’d only take a few… And I could ask for no better teacher.” She offered, again trying to be helpful to both ease her own pounding heart as well as the Healer’s obvious dislike for letting her do it herself.
She saw clearly that his hands were empty when he showed them, but it didn’t stop her from taking a single step back as he slowly advanced on her. It wasn’t until he promised to do nothing without her permission followed by the comment that she could apply the numbweed herself that she decided to follow. Her leg was burning and even if she ended up leaving here without the stitches she thought she needed, she could at least ease the pain with the numbweed he was offering.
As she followed him, abet slowly, she also didn’t fail to notice the stick of cinnamon he pulled from his pocket to slip into his mouth with a smile. The gesture did work to ease the frown on her face and even bring one corner of her mouth up in a slight smile. “Okay.” She said, agreeing that she’d put the numbweed on herself after following him. The cinnamon stick reminded her of the last kind gesture the Master Healer had done for her, delivering the flowers to the young man named Sanderon. He hadn’t needed to do that kind gesture, but he had and she’d gifted him the sticks as a thank you.
Surely the man would continue to be kind hearted and help her. It gave her hope. He’d been kind before, perhaps with just a little more coaxing he’d be kind enough to walk her through the stitching instead of cruelly insisting of doing them himself.
“You still have the sticks I gave you.” She said with a soft smile as she found herself lead to a smaller room with several objects, most notably the bed meant to be for a doctor’s patient. She hesitated again until she watched him set the jar of numbweed on the bed and back away from it. Nodding her thanks, she moved to the bed herself when there was room and carefully sat herself on the edge. It was with shaky hands that she raised her skirt so high and for a brief moment she had to remind herself that the man before her was a Healer and not another sort of man.
Finally getting the edge of the skirt high enough to expose just the one knee with it’s cut a short distance above it, she settled the cloth so it wouldn’t fall back down before picking up the Jar of numbweed and fumbled with the top for a moment before it opened. She couldn’t help but wince again as she touched the numbweed to her skin, first around the cut then directly on it with light fingers. She didn’t like pain and knew her own fingers could be clumsy, but it was clear that she’d at least applied numbweed to herself before.
“If you run low on the cinnamon sticks, you just need to let me know and I’ll be glad to get you more.” She said softly as she worked. Closing the lid on the jar once more, she wiped her now numb fingers on her already ruined skirt before looking back up at the doctor, this time widening her own eyes in an appeal for him to give in. “Perhaps you could simply walk me through the stitching… I’m sure it’d only take a few… And I could ask for no better teacher.” She offered, again trying to be helpful to both ease her own pounding heart as well as the Healer’s obvious dislike for letting her do it herself.
