Unalmis Raxëlilta - Ranger/Healer training
with The MasterHealer: Assisting with Ms Irma
@Pele Alarion @Winddancer
At one point, he remembered how helpful that healers apprentice had been to Pele when he’d come to walk his father home. He couldn’t remember her name, not Matilda of the flowers, but the other one. The pretty one. Anyway, she’d been picking things up and tidying up and Unalmis almost moved to follow example and collect Ms Irma’s cup from where she’d stowed it on the window sill. But those beady eyes of the laundress were swift. And further more they looked about ready to leap out of the patient’s head at that precise moment. Let alone if he dared step a foot further into the room.
Now he couldn’t believe for one moment that the Master Healer was only joking, telling the awful woman to coddle her foot in cabbages .. but whether the recommendation would work or not, the image was still a difficult one to shake off. Until Pele mentioned the word ‘sprain’. Wait, the woman’s ankle was only sprained ? This was all for a silly little sprain ? Honestly he should not have expected anything else from such a person, but still. The laundress was being incredibly rude to rather Healer who was trying to help her. And Nal was under no delusion that it was pain or fear making her act so. He'd never heard of her being courteous to anyone.
“If you can’t reach your foot to do it yourself, maybe you should stay here in the Houses of Healing, where somebody can swaddle your sprain ..” he had to close his eyes and open them again to get past that diagnosis. “Err .. for you,” he managed to finish the suggestion without breaking a mock serious expression. “I mean, it’s not like you have anything important to rush off for. Not really. A laundry can practically run itself. They don’t need you there at all I’m sure. And I am certain there would be many diligent volunteers here to lay the cabbages on your .. sprain. So many willing hands that you would have to let every one .. have a turn ..” he smiled, helpfully. Far too happily. There was likely no way she would agree after all. For many reasons, the foremost being that he was the one who'd suggested it.