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Istriel
February - afternoon or evening

"Oh .. Oh yes!!" She said it immediately, all traces of hesitation gonAe. it was as if she could breath again somehow. She would know if she was up to it. If you wanted her, in a week. You had seen recruits before. Dozens maybe hundreds of them. If you thought she wasn't right.. you would tell her. And in a week she would learn, she'd learn all she needed to. Not secrets or passwords or any of such, but whether she could see herself given her life into something.
Her aunt would counsel against it, she knew. It was definitely respectable, but it also didn't sound like a very peaceful, regular life. Then again if she wanted THAT.. she could have stayed in the village. Plenty of people who'd be willing to teach her a trade or she could manage a household. This.. this sounded like something she could.. do. An excitement rising within her. Here was a plan, a path. Doing something good, without having to give up that.. thing within her that kept searching for more than she'd found in the good, ordinary life. She didn't look down on it. She saw the value in all everyone did. It just had never felt as if she could see herself do those same things.

She glanced over at Eryn and smiled brightly. "We could. We could be comrades!" That was another wonderful idea. Comrades. She loved her family and they loved her. And she knew how fortunate she was, growing up without father or mother that her aunt had become a second mother. Her uncle a second father, her cousins brothers and sisters. She had not missed out. But here would be people who would learn to love and respect her, not because she was blood, but because she could be counted on, because she would stand beside them. And Eryn could be well.. the first link in such a chain?
"I will be there. Tomorrow morning. Bright and early to start!" She promised the Captain. Or the Master Healer. Well.. both rolled into one. "I have all I need. I will take a room at the inn for the week. Thank you! You can count on me."
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Master Healer Pele Alarion with Eryn and Istriel
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From Eryn’s comments it seemed apparent that she had decided her path no matter how long she had to wait or what her father would say. The time would tell though – there was still a good amount of that left, so Pele did not say anything in that regard. Yet.

By now the healer had taken up a steady walking pace taking a roundabout way back to the entrance to the Houses.

“All right, Istriel, my recruit-to-be,” she said with a glint of amusement in her blue eyes as she looked at the young woman pausing her step just enough to do that. “Meet me just within the Great Gate before the first light. Also, bring some water if you have a flask or a canteen, or a water-skin. If not, I will bring a spare one with me.”

She led them back to the Houses and turned to look at both girls, quiet mirth reflecting on her face.

“Now, is there anything else I can help you two with? Questions? Comments?”

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Master Healer Pele Alarion
with Addhor Raxëlilta

Exploring the crafty work

Having seen the fruit of Addhor’s work this far, Pele waited expectantly to see what else he would produce, and she was not disappointed. If anything, her curiosity peaked even further as she observed him show off the movement of the hand that was intricately pieced together.

“Oh, I would not be surprised if the children were much more entertained by such puppets!” she said, trying not to sound too excited as she imagined all the possible uses of such a hand. “A pity I did not see it for myself. But then again – this must be so much more intricate and detailed.” She examined the construction more closely. “I assume something more durable than a string would definitely come in handy, but still…”

Pele then looked away from the samples to Addhor as she said: “I would definitely need time to test these, and I might even have some people in mind for hands-on testing, so to say,” she spoke. “And I will surely visit you when any questions arise about it during the process. And if I disappear for too long due to being buried in all sorts of other business, feel free to remind me.”

She then stood as Addhor seemed to be ready to take his farewell.

“Thank you for such a hard work, for this visit, and all,” she said by means of good-bye. “Let’s see what comes of this!”
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In a treatment room with Seri Moss


Ieara listened intently to the instruction Seri Moss was giving her. Yes, she knew better than to use a bandage more than once. She had been washing out quite a few bandages during times of battle. She would use the hottest water to wash and rinse them, and if possible she would dry them outside in the sun so they would be clean as snow. She was good as washing. She wasn't so sure whether she would be good at changing those bandages though.
'If you could show me how to do it well, I would really appreciate that ma'am', she said. 'I think I can handle it after seeing it once. And I'd like to know for sure how much ointment to put on it. I wouldn't want to put on too little or too much.'

She looked at the jar that was given to her and put it in her skirt, only to take it out again with a blush on her cheeks. With an uneasy look on her face she cleared her throat. 'How much does it cost? The ointment? I didn't bring any payment... I was in such a haste coming here!'

Borlas looked at his mother. The relief he had felt now that there were no more secrets left, faded as soon as he heard her question. He had never even thought of payment. Would it cost something, to be treated here? The instant knot in his stomach made him swallow hard.
'Perhaps I can do some chores here, when my arm is better? To cover the expenses?'
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February - afternoon or evening

"No Sir!" She quickly reassured the Captain, for if anything was clear it was that right then he spoke as the Captain, and she wanted to be very clear that she was going to do everything needed to make this an honest assessment. It.. felt right? How was it possible that something she knew so little of felt right. But it was almost as if she felt a relief now that she had chosen a path. And best of all, she didn't need to write her aunt tonight just yet! She could wait, a day or two, at least until it was clear that the captain thought she would do well. That might make things a bit easier. Some clarity to offer in her letters. Perhaps before she took the path, but to let her know. Oh, and she needed to write Petunia again. Wouldn't she be excited for her?

"That is, no further questions. I will be there. WIth a water skin. And comfortable clothes. We will no longer disturb you..."

She was used to working, most of what she owned was comfortable, right? She might need to ask Eryn about that later. WHich had her eyes go back to her friend. Clearly Istriel wanted to go, leave, right now, now that everything had gone so well. She signaled the desire to Eryn, though she was smart enough not to make it a whisper. That would make her seem.. childish? And right now she had a great need to look as mature as she felt she was.

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Arriving in the reception with Macardil
December 29th

It still felt unreal, being here in Minas Tirith. It seemed like a dream that was going to be snatched away from him when he woke. But he woke, each morning, and it was real. He was still getting used to that. Having his best friend around was a big help in convincing him that he wasn't just dreaming.

Their arrival yesterday had been less than thrilling, having spent most of the evening at the guard's headquarters. There had been little to see in the dark city, by the time they ascended the levels to get to Macardil's home on the fifth. But today, at least, Hal had plenty of time to look around and see the city, while traveling from the fifth to the sixth level. He'd had to take his time, resting frequently, but at last, they arrived at the houses of healing. He was not exactly looking forward to this, but he was aware that it was necessary.

He couldn't help but be glad to see a few seats in the reception room when they entered. Since he was still building his strength and stamina up, he needed to sit and rest for just a moment. He really hated how weak and out of shape he was, but hopefully, with the help of the healers here, he would soon be back on his way to being capable of normal activities, at least.



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"I can certainly show you." Seri nodded, motioning for Ieara to come over where she could see. Then, she proceeded to take it slow, demonstrating just how much ointment to spread on, and how to wrap the bandage, and how to tie it with the ends neatly tucked in, so it wouldn't fray and come untied easily. Then, she also showed her how to check if it was too loose or too tight. "As for the ointment," Seri added, "Too much is better than too little. If you don't add enough, it may not be as affected, but if it's too much.. within reason.. then the worst it'll do is just use it up faster." She explained. "I'd rather you add a little more then necessary, than not enough, if you aren't sure."

When the mother suddenly asked her about payment, Seri paused and realized that she really did not know how they handled that, here. At home, in Bree, she would just tell people to pay her whatever they could, when they could. People there might pay her in eggs, milk, a fresh-killed deer, chopping firewood, whatever. But here, she realized, she was not the one in charge, and she did not really know about any of that. She would have to check about how that worked, but she couldn't imagine it would be very costly; all she did was use a little soap, a bandage, and give them a jar of ointment.

She smiled softly as she considered the boy's offer. "Well, Borlas," She said gently. "I don't think anyone will expect you to do any chores, especially with your arm hurt like that." She looked at his mother, then. "Don't worry about the ointment," She decided. It couldn't possibly cost much, she knew, so if anyone expected for it to be repaid, then Seri would take care of that herself. She could easily make another jar if necessary. "Just take care of his wound, for now." She hesitated, but then decided to be honest with her. "I am not from here, so I am not sure how that part of it works, but I can't see why it should cost very much at all. Maybe the cost of the bandages? Whatever the case, I doubt it will be much." She assured her. "I'll check into it, but you don't need to worry about that today."



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Eryn
February - afternoon or evening

Eryn grinned at Istriel. Comrades! And friends. It was funny how she had only just met her a short while ago, and already she was happy to consider her a friend. As they walked back toward the entrance, Eryn tried not to feel jealous that Istriel was getting to begin training, and Eryn was stuck waiting, still. But then, she thought, perhaps she and her new friend could spend time training together, in her off time? Of course, she might be too tired. She would keep the possibility in mind, but she wouldn't expect her to do anything like that if she was tired from whatever training Pele put her through.

Pele asking if they had any other questions or comments, made Eryn want to ask if she could come too. But, she had been down that road with a few others, and she seemed to always get the same answer. So, she figured there was no point in asking, since the captain would likely give her the same old line about getting permission from her father... if she didn't just flat out say 'no'. "None from me," Eryn agreed, shaking her head. "Thank you though, for taking the time for us." She added, smiling. Well, technically it was for Istriel, not 'us'. But whatever.

She caught the signal from Istriel, and nodded as she moved back to her side, waving to Pele before she set off away from the houses of healing. That had seemed to go quite well! And she was excited for Istriel, even if she did have a tiny bit of jealousy. She was smiling as she walked with Istriel. "Well, where to, now? Back to your inn?" She asked, glancing over at her. "Do you have any idea what sort of weapon you might like to use?" She wondered, curious if she had any idea yet. "If you don't know, my cousin is the smith at the ranger armory, she could help you decide, I bet. But, I guess you'll meet her when you get your gear," Eryn realized. Unfortunately, she was pretty sure that they were not really allowed to enter the armory without being rangers yet... even though Nal had sneaked her in that one time.
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Nurse Rhoswyn with Ranger Unalmis Raxëlilta
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Her first reaction was to be concerned. As soon as she had seen his name in her appointments schedule. There was an element of surprise, of course. And some relief as well. But by and large Rhoswyn was concerned.

You’re early,” she observed, as the Ranger entered the room. And before Unalmis could point out that he had arrived only just in time in fact, the nurse explained. “You are not due for our usual examination for at least three weeks.” The lilt of the woman’s voice suggested that the statement required an explanation of it’s own. “You usually wait until the date itself, and more than often come in on that date itself to schedule your appointment. So you must tell me. Is there some reason why you are suddenly so keen ?

I would hate to be predictable,Nal grinned. And then relented, although he had been prepared for her to query the atypical behaviour. “But you are right, there is a reason. I .. just, well, I may not be available to come and see you on the expected date. And, so. To be honest, I was kind of hoping that this could be managed before I go .. to do that other thing. Wherever it may be that I go to do .. whatever it may be.


The Nurse pressed her lips together so that it was impossible to know if she might have frowned or laughed. It was important to remain professional. However unprofessional her patients may be.

Alright,Rhoswyn indicated for the worst liar in the world to sit down, which he did with a small emission of relief. He had found, perhaps by spending too much time with Ilisys, that being less than straightforward in any given sentence could do wonders in not revealing the actual truth. After all, he was a terrible liar. If he’d just come right out with some reason, then everyone would know it was not true. This way, they simply were not sure what he actually was saying. At least he was learning something from his training partner.

It’s been fine, no aches or .. anything,Nal answered before he could even be asked. As the Nurse gestured for him to raise his right arm, and rotate it in the same series of movement as she always did. Once every six months. When the Ranger Captain happened to also be the Master Healer, it paid to ensure he did not keep any physical concerns to himself. Training and whatever that training prepared him for .. it all required to be certain that there was no compromise caused by past injury.


Now this way,Rhoswyn directed the young man to alternate ever so slightly from her usual pattern. If he was going to insist on keeping her on her toes, then she could return the favour. “And .. hold it there for me, please.” The nurse counted out a period of time she felt was adequate, not aloud. Not any more. When she did that, he almost always made her lose count somehow. “And the other way ..Rhoswyn was nothing if not thorough.

I told you its fine,Unalmis rolled his eyes although he recovered a far more innocent expression, as the woman bought her own eyes back from observing the limb. "You want me to prove it. I can prove it. What can I throw for you ?

Nothing. Please.” the nurse did smile that time, although she also indicated for the young man to sit back down from where he’d sprang up, eager. “And the armour your friend made: that is not bearing down on the joint ? I mean, is it protecting the girdle adequately and ? … Alright, alright. Stop laughing ! Before you hurt yourself.” The word ‘girdle’ had clearly been a bad move, on her part.


I told you before. Cali’s a genius," the young man strove to compose himself. "The armour shields my shoulder without weighing down on it. And I can move all kinds of ways. It’s .. its fine.

We had spoken before, about you bringing in this astounding armour, so you can show off your friend’s prowess in her craft,Rhoswyn served up a reminder, with a side helping of admiration, to try and conceal the nag.

Next time,Nal promised, drawing his hand across his heart to leave no room for doubt. “It’s all dirty right now anyway and .. you just wouldn’t want that risking infections and bacteria into your clean room here, would you ?


Next time,” the nurse agreed, making a mental note of the expectation. “For now at least, I am happy to sign you off as fit for purpose, although I don’t want to think about what purpose you may have in mind.” she tapped her nose. And the young man grinned. “This thing though, that you are going to go wherever to do whatever .. ” she then mused aloud. Mostly out of habit than real intrigue. “Are there any physical expectations, anything new or more extensive that you want to talk about ?” She saw him glance out of the window, and snapped her fingers in front of his turned away face. “Your Captain is my captain. And anything spoke in this room is confidential,” she tried her best to make him feel at ease.

But still.


It was not as though he could really tell her. He hadn’t even been able to tell his father what was on the cards. And that had been difficult. With a father who paid far more attention now, too much sometimes, as though he was subconsciously making up for all the years of neglect. But if Unalmis could manage to not tell his father, then there was no way he could tell his nurse. “That would be telling,” he admitted. “But you’ve told me all the everything a hundred times already. And I mean, I’m fairly certain there will be persons there who you would think competent in your area of expertise. It will be fine. So long as you don’t give the Captain any reason to believe I can’t go do .. you know .. whatever, wherever.

Rhoswyn scrutinised that unconcerned countenance for a moment and wished she could be as optimistic as the young man. But she’d seen too many terrible things in her career. And all too many of them were from young men who did too much, too soon, or didn’t even consider there ought be limits. “I’m trusting you to take care of yourself,” she decided, albeit with a clear degree of hesitation. “If you do not, well, you know I will have something to say about it when they wheel you back in here all broken,” she shook her head in a resigned state of despair.


For a moment, just a moment, Unalmis frowned at the word ‘broken’, until he realised from her watchful gaze that he was .. and threw on a smile in its stead. “I’m not sure if that is meant to be faith or doubt, or .. a threat ?” he raised a single eyebrow and leaned back, on both arms. And thankfully there was demonstrated no difference at all in the two shoulder joints.

Take it as you will,” the nurse let a smile soften her reservations. He’d flinched there, almost. The laughter had stopped. Just for a moment. But she was one of the few people who had seen that pause before. And so she was glad that the carefree silliness returned. That it could return. There had been a time, years ago now, when she had feared for the patient's broken spirit, far beyond the broken shoulder. But that had been years ago now.

That’s all any of us can do,” the Ranger observed, as he leapt at her approval to be gone and out of any chance of bothering her. “Thank you,” he waved whilst en route to and then through the treatment room door. It was the nurse’s turn to roll her eyes then, when the young idiot pointed to his waving right arm, with his left .. as though the feat was worth acknowledging.


He wasn’t concerned about the physical requirements of what was soon to come. The mental side of it was enough, that the physical side of things didn’t even get a look in. And as for messing up his shoulder, he’d been already told, after the surgery, that it might degenerate more quickly than a healthy joint. He might end up with 'rheumatism' or its like, at a more premature age than he might have done otherwise. He'd made his peace with that prognosis. For after all, his father had gotten through only ten years in the Rangers, almost to the day, before he’d been injured so could not do it any more. And Ryndir had scarcely survived a year .. before …. No. Unalmis was under no delusion that he’d chosen a vocation which promised a long or healthy life. It was however, a good cause to give all that he could manage to. For however long he was able to do so.
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WIth Halberion - December 29th

He had not arranged for a carriage. Because, even though Halberion was obviously still regaining his strength, it was only one circle. And also, because if Halberion was going to regain his strength, being seated on a plush cushion would not help him progress. Walking, however, would.

Upon their arrival, Halberion claimed one of the seats in he reception area. Macardil, in turn, made his way to the front desk. "Good day," he began, to the person seated on the other side. "My friend," and he indication Hal, seated behind him, "would appreciate someone of your medical staff to assess his overall health and physical condition, and offer advice for his very... specific... situation." Yes. Those were the words he settled on.
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Maeth looked up when the two men entered. The one was clearly very underweight. Thin, like he had been ill or something. And he appeared weak, too, since he stopped off at the first seat he found, while his friend continued on to speak to her. She offered a polite smile as he approached, and listened to his explanation. "Alright, I'm sure we have someone around here who can help. I will need you to answer a few questions, however," She warned, in a kind tone.

"Has your friend been ill?" She asked, to begin with. "And has he seen any healers, anywhere else?" She hadn't seen this fellow around the city before, but then again, she didn't really go around the city that much, anymore. "If I may ask... what is this.. 'very specific situation' you speak of, sir?" While she spoke, Maeth dug out a brief form and offered it to him. "Could one of you fill this out, please? It will help to have as much information as we can, so we may match him up with the best healer, and to recommend the best treatment." She explained.
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WIth Halberion - December 29th

Macardil lowered his voice a little. "He was... prevented from moving around much. If at all- for years." He shook his head. "No healers, yet. We recovered him in Lossarnach, and brought him to Minas Tirith. It is clear he will have to rebuild his stamina as well as his strength." Macardil accepted the piece of paper, gazing at it with a neutral expression. He could fill it in for Hal, it seemed. Name, age, anything the patient might not tolerate, pre existing conditions, and the reason for the current visit. He raised an eyebrow, wondering whether any visitor needed to fill this out. "Alright," was all he said, however.

After writing Halberion's name, Macardil's eyes lifted to the lady at the desk. His voice was low. "My friend was not well cared for, where he was held. I worry about his overall health. And we will have to know how to handle rebuilding his physique, without risking moving too quickly, too soon." He returned his attention to the form and continued to fill it out. "If that may help."
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December 29th

Maeth listened with a small, serious nod. "I see." She answered, equally quiet. She immediately thought of her fellow nurse, Rhoswyn. She likely had the most experience with patients like that, given her experience caring for her own brother. As the man went on to explain that he was not well cared for, Maeth nodded again in sympathy. "We will see what we can do for him, don't worry." She assured him.

Once the form was completed, she glanced it over. As this was obviously not an emergency, there was no need to rush off to find the first available healer. "Thank you, sir. Yes, it helps." She answered. "Give me just a minute to check the healer's availability," She pulled out the day's schedule and looked to see when Rhoswyn's last appointment was, and when her next one was. They were in luck; she was in between patient appointments, and had enough time to check this guy.

"Ah, good. Nurse Rhoswyn has extensive experience with this exact type of recovery process. She's available right now, too." She informed him. "Will your friend be able to walk down the hall?" She asked, thinking it might be a good way to assess his abilities on the way to the nurse. "If not, I could get a wheeled chair for him?" She offered. Another good assessment; how willing was the patient to walk, or would he rather just be rolled along, the easy way?


Hal watched with appreciation while Macardil went over to speak to the lady at the desk. He couldn't hear everything that was said between them, but he did hear the last bit. "I can walk it," He declared, getting up to his feet again. Maybe he couldn't walk well, but he could walk. He'd had a few minutes to rest, by now. He could manage just a little further. Besides, he trusted that Macardil would be there to offer support if he needed it. Hopefully, it wouldn't be a very long hallway.


Maeth smiled slightly to hear the man's resolve. That was good. It seemed promising. She nodded and led the way, keeping her pace slow enough that the weakened man could keep up easily. "Rhoswyn has been tending to patients with limited mobility for many years, so you will be in good hands with her, I assure you." She told Hal. Upon reaching the door of treatment room 12, where she knew Rhoswyn was working today, Maeth knocked on the open door.

"Rhoswyn, I have a new patient for you." She explained, when the other woman had given her attention toward them. She stepped in and handed her the admittance form to look over. "Halberion Veranis," She introduced the patient with a motion toward the underweight man as he stepped in. "This is Nurse Rhoswyn." She turned back to Rhoswyn. "It seems he has been kept immobile for a number of years, and was not treated well." She explained quietly. "I will let he and his friend explain whatever else needs explaining."
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Nurse Rhoswyn, greeting new arrivals
Treatment Room 12 – December 29th.

Nurse Rhoswyn was no longer a young apprentice but the Nurse's fervour for her career had only grown, rather than diminished, over the years. Thanks in part to her brother suffering a traumatising head injury which rendered him almost wholly dependent on care. Her research and attempts to apply measures to improve his quality of life, had developed unto obsession, and in time a tendency to offer her now more extensive knowledge on the subject toward others who could benefit from it. The Houses of Healing had allowed Petrius to stay on as a long term resident after all. And his sister dwelt in the healer’s quarters, to be ever on hand. What better way to show her gratitude to her place of employment, than to share what experience she had gained over the last near score of years ? While her only living relative had no prognosis of significant recovery, there were countless others who had more of a chance to reclaim some semblance of their former lives, or adapt to a still relatively active one. With Nurse Rhoswyn’s help.

She had known Maeth for a great count of years; since they both spent their days, and where they slept at night as well, under the same roof. So though her blue eyes always wore a ring of weariness, that was the price for burning a candle late into the dark hours. And the woman’s smile made clear she was glad to find her friend. And whatever new patient she might help make a difference for, this day.


Well, come in. Do come in,Rhoswyn rose from her desk and happily closed the cover on her scribblings, to focus on the arrivals. Her fellow Nurse had spoke of a patient, singular, though two men were in their company. It was all too evident, sadly, which of the two was likely the patient, even before Maeth directed her attention toward Halberion. “There is a bed here, if you would like to sit,” she made clear to the more emaciated man. The bed was fresh made but had no blankets. Just white sheets. “And a chair,” she extended the offer of some comfort too, of a simple wooden seat, to the darker haired gentleman.

Maeth’s introduction was concise and the admittance form filled in some of the gaps. There would be a story of course, there always was, that brought a patient to require aid. Rhoswyn had heard many in her time, few pleasant to understand but all significant in the detailing of what had been done. Of the detailing what would then need to be done.


Thank you Maeth", she nodded towards her friend, for she knew there were few chances for a nurse to linger. There was always something to be done. “Do I understand that you are comfortable with your friend here staying ?” The Nurse felt it best to ascertain, from Halberion. It was not so usual for an attendant in the case of adults, but there often was fair cause. For support, sometimes literal, and otherwise encouragement. Sometimes merely a second ear to retain the information and advice, so long as the patient did not feel that their confidentiality was compromised. The mens’ response would lead her to close the door and assure further privacy. Then the nurse flicked her gaze across the form again, before she laid it down on her small desk.

So the first thing I am of course going to ask, in any case of prolonged immobility, is how long was that duration ? The difference as you can imagine will have a bearing on your condition and recovery. Also I would ask how did it come about.” Blue eyes did not stare, but were alert to any reactions that might incite. “Near all of the patients who come to me have undergone a time of great suffering, and it is not my intention to prolong that for you in any way," she sought to reassure them, and clarified. "I do not need to hear why it happened, but only how it was. As in, what sort of environment did your malady occur in ? And have you any particular ailment or hurt as a consequence, that you would like to raise ?

It was a lot of questions to begin with, but even monosyllabic responses to these pivotal matters would tell her much. A most relevant thing to know of course, would be whether the patient could speak about it himself.
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Nurse Maeth | Halberion Veranis
December 29th

Hal gave a little nod when his attention was directed to the bed. "Thank you." He replied, relieved that the nurse was warm and welcoming, at least. He moved slowly over to take a seat on the edge of the bed, while glad to note that there was also a chair available for Macardil.

Maeth nodded in reply to Rhoswyn's thanks. Satisfied that the patient was properly turned over to her colleague, Maeth left them and returned to the front desk, where she was filling in for today.

"Yes," Hal answered Rhoswyn's question with a little smile. "In fact, I was about to ask whether it was alright if he stays. This is Macardil," He introduced him. "My closest friend. I am currently staying with him and his wife." He explained. Thus, any instructions that she may have for him to follow, it would probably be beneficial for Macardil to also hear it. So that he might better make sure that Hal followed those instructions. His gaze followed the nurse as she went over to close the door, and he drew in a slow breath to maintain his calm.

Her questions were reasonable, of course. It made sense that she would need to know the basics. Hal nodded to show he understood, although he had to take a moment to think of how to explain without oversharing details that the woman might not wish to know. "I was held captive. For.. five years," he answered first, with a glance toward Macardil to make sure the number was correct. He shifted, somewhat uncomfortable about offering up the rest of the information, however necessary it was to tell it. "I was held prisoner.. in a dungeon. Dark, damp, and cold. No window or anything." He frowned down at the floor. That sound explain why he probably looked pale. "And.. barely enough food to keep me alive," He added softly.

"For.. most of the time, I was strapped down in a chair, so that I could not move my arms or legs... although for the past month or so, the chair became.. inaccessible." He gave a wry smile at that. "And, so, the jailor had me chained to a wall, instead." He cleared his throat. "In that last month, I was able to sit on the floor, with my arms over my head, or stand with my arms down by my sides," He explained. "So I made the most of that. It took me some time, but I built up my strength to be able to switch between those positions. To be able to pull myself up to standing, or lower myself down to sit. I practiced that at much as possible." He knew it was very little compared to his former abilities, but it was something.

"Only a few days ago, Macardil and his wife found me there, and they liberated me from that horrible place. We arrived in Minas Tirith yesterday evening." There was more information he ought to give, but he refrained from dumping it all on her at once.
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WIth Halberion - December 29th

'We will see what we can do for him.'

The faint smile he managed to conjure, was probably not very convincing, despite Macardil's genuine belief that the staff here would truly be able to help Halberion. It was only... When Mellaurel had fallen ill, the Houses of Healing had rapidly morphed into something very different than the far-away institution he only rarely visited. Macardil had harboured many different kinds of feelings toward it. First, that he might need spend not a minute longer within its walls than necessary. Then, it had become a hope for salvation. Later, it had turned into something sad and overly familiar. Before he had been allowed to take Mellaurel home, for the time she had left. Since there had been nothing more any of the healers here could do for her.

"Thank you," he managed, for Maeth's benefit, and he was just about to nod at her question when Hal spoke up for himself. Macardil stayed beside his friend as they walked, ready to help him if needed. When nurse Rhoswyn was introduced, and the lady took charge of the situation as would be expected, Macardil politely inclined his head to her, before doing to same for the other lady, albeit in a gesture of goodbye.

Any question of whether or not he would be allowed to stay, was almost immediately resolved. "Well met," he added some words to his earlier deep nod of respect to her profession and expertise. Claiming the wooden seat, as he had been more or less encouraged - probably as to ensure he would not get in the way - Macardil stilled, and listened. To what the nurse would seek to learn, and what Hal would be comfortable sharing. In any case, Macardil did not intend to speak out of turn, here. How much or how little would be said here, was entirely up to Halberion.
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Nurse Rhoswyn, in Treatment Room 12. December 29th.
with Halberion and Macardil.


The examination had begun as soon as the door had closed. She quietly observed whether his breath caught when he spoke. Whether he was capable of engaging and interacting on a normal level. Whether he was able to answer a single thing that she had asked of him. And the results were reassuring, the nurse had to admit. Although of course, everybody can put up a front for some amount of time. And so she let her gaze fall every now and again toward his friend as well. Because the attendant rarely expected to be observed. Because the attendant knew the patient better than she ever would. And sometimes it was easer to read what somebody else noticed, than it was to notice what a stranger might miss. What was not .. typical for the person being examined. Macardil’s courteous greeting had been subtly acknowledged. He may feel superfluous here, but he was helping. Perhaps his friend would not be here at all, would have left as soon as arrived at the reception, without a familiar face to ground him.

Rhoswyn did not startle at the revelation that the man had been held captive, that he had been in a dungeon. She did not ask who or what had been his captor. Nothing would surprise her any more, and such details could be distracting. Her priority at the first was all physical. And in her experience, the rest of it, the mental experience, would be released naturally, when the patient was ready to face up to it. For now her focus was on the factors which impacted his health. She noted down ‘dark’ and ‘damp’ and ‘cold’. She let her thoughts fly toward the closed window, but it was December. And the opening of the small ventilation might not be as beneficial as her pondering first mused.


She offered a sympathetic smile, to answer his wry admission about when his circumstances had improved. Narrowed her eyes with interest as he cleared his throat and then nodded n approval as Hal spoke of what meagre exercises he had attempted, toward the end. Nurse Rhoswyn did not easily shock, and she listened without interruption, until the man finished with the fact that he had been freed from .. all of that .. just a day or so ago.

It sounds like you have a very good friend here,” she started gently quietly. And then shook off her surprise as best she could. Maybe the patient was trying not to concern his friend. “Well I must admit, you see, to be in remarkably better condition than I might have expected,” she confessed. “But we have barely begun. So, let me start by saying that you were wise to make an effort to move your position when you were allowed the opportunity. Resting with your arms above your head for prolonged periods of time can raise pressure on your heart’s ability to travel your blood up into those limbs. And bone spurs can form at your heels if you remain in a single standing position without rest. I am assuming that you were restrained at the wrists ?Rhoswyn moved toward him slowly, to better scrutinise the man’s closest wrist for any damage there. Pausing just before taking the joint in hand, until he seemed happy for her to do so. “Were you also restrained at the ankle, or anywhere else ?” she felt it was important to know.


Even a few weeks in such an unhealthy environment can lead to the forming of skin sores, particularly at pressure points. The areas of your body which came into contact with your restraints in particular might have sweat and torn as you struggled and abscesses can occur. Also vulnerable areas, such as your legs and your .. seat,” she avoided potential embarrassment for the man as far as she could by not saying the word outright. Buttocks. By now she had stepped back so that she was not crowding him. Some observations were noted down at her desk before she closed the book again. “Particularly since you say that you were sitting for such a long time,” she tried to explain. “In a damp environment especially. But it is not unlike sores you might experience from riding a horse. Have you noticed any skin tears or ulcers, or even soreness like that ?

It was not a pleasant consideration, for either the patient or the nurse, but with such a high probability, given what he’d been through, she could not ignore the possible ramifications. “Most if not all such sores can be managed by clean dressings and, if necessary,, a very quick and easy drainage to limit infection. But you have to be honest with me, no embarrassment. Because the longer any such tears or hurts are left untended, the greater the risk that they can become something more serious. Have you ever ridden horses before, Halberion ?
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Halberion Veranis
December 29th

Hal smiled at the woman's declaration that he had a very good friend there. Indeed, he certainly did. There was no arguing with that. It was also somewhat good to hear that he appeared to be in better condition than she'd expect, given the circumstances. She would not have thought so a month ago, of course, but he did agree that his condition had improved somewhat since then. But he understood her questions, and he had expected some like them.

He gave a small nod in answer to her question about his restraints. "Yes, wrists, and ankles." He answered quietly, tugging up one sleeve to allow her to see the scars there. He drew a slow breath, thinking of how much he really needed to tell the nurse, and how much he could endure telling. "While in the chair, there was also a band which went around my chest." He added, frowning. "I used to try and exercise my muscles as well as I could." He mentioned. "Straining against the restraints for as long as I could endure it, just to engage the muscles. You know. Just so they wouldn't wither away entirely... but I'm afraid it did not do many favors for my wrists or ankles. Like this for my arms," He briefly demonstrated, as if in an imaginary chair with armrests, how he would try to lift his arm off the armrest. "And for my legs," He tried to show how he would try to raise his feet up, despite a restraint preventing him from doing so.

As for the question of sores, he gave a little nod in understanding of what she meant. "There are.. a few sores, but since being freed, I've been tending to them. Well enough, I think." He answered a little reluctantly, then paused to smile a little at the question about riding, somewhat glad to switch topics. "Yes, I like to think I was quite good at riding, once upon a time. I used to ride often." He told her. Another thing he would be working toward.. getting another horse, and regaining his riding skills. "I was once a ranger, in my younger days." He thought a little background information might be useful. "I used to be very physically fit, too. And I had a rather high level of skill in fighting, if I may say so myself." He added with a feeling of wistfulness. "That's... why he did this to me, you see. He was too chicken to face me while I could fight him. So, he made sure I lost the ability.." He went quiet for a moment, sighing as he shook his head.

"I've had both my legs broken, at one time." He added quietly, so as to offer all information she might need to know. "Around the beginning of my captivity. My daughter, Alyssa, she was also a captive of this.. man, if you can call him that," He mumbled that last part. "Though she was not physically restricted, as I was. She.. persuaded him to at least set the bones.." He closed his eyes briefly, finding it a little hard to revisit that particular moment. "And, after that, she.. managed to gain permission to visit me, once a month." He cleared his throat and looked at the floor. "She tended to me as well as she could." It had been quite awkward, of course, having his little girl having to tend to him in that capacity. But it had probably kept him from dying of some horrible infection. "Cleaned me up, treated my wounds..."

He paused. "I've had many wounds during the last five years, nurse Rhoswyn." He informed her quietly. "He liked to.. play. At torture," He clarified. "In various ways.. not always inflicting pain." He glanced over at Macardil. He had vaguely spoken of that much to him, but he had not gone into any details.

He cleared his throat and tried to alter the subject a little as he turned back to the nurse. "My daughter kept me alive all this time. Up until six months ago, when she was taken away, somewhere. I intend to recover my strength in as little time as possible, because I have to find her and get her to safety. I have two other children and a sister who are missing, as well, and I intend to find them all." He explained. There was no question about whether he would get his strength back. "I'm here, so that I can find out the best, and quickest way, to go about that."
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Nurse Rhoswyn, in Treatment Room 12. December 29th.
with Halberion and Macardil.

Well he wasn’t exactly resisting her efforts, the nurse acknowledged. That was positive. For when she’d moved to examine Halberion’s wrists, the man had helpfully pulled back his sleeves to offer her an easier access. Still it was clear that he did not wish to converse extensively on the subject of sores and ulcers which, when he demonstrated just how he’d ‘strained’ against his restraints, seemed even more likely to be an issue. Perhaps bravado or pride in front of his friend was proving a hindrance, or perhaps it was the fear that she would ask him to strip off all his clothes so that she could be sure. ‘Some’ sores, he had admitted. No confirmed locations, or offers to have them examined here, now. And he was already attending to them himself.

The skin does seem a little taxed at your wrists and ankles,” she agreed, after her observation, pausing to make a small note at her desk, on how Hal had shifted, uncomfortably where he sat already, at least once. That could be the subject matter itself, of course. To some degree, she was going to have to take him at his word and trust him to do what he’d said he would. "I can provide you with an ointment which will help to soothe the damaged areas."


He proved far more forthcoming about the question of horse riding. And the background of his being a former Ranger was significant of course. Not only in regards to his previous physical condition, but also what manner of endurance his body may have been used to. “If you were a Ranger at one time, you might have records in the building somewhere as to previous physical examinations,” she considered aloud. She would have to search the archive room. For Maeth’s form indicated he had not seen a healer before about this malady. But there were likely to have been injuries before, however small, given that profession. And Rhoswyn ventured a further glance toward Macardil who, now that the subject of Rangers had been raised, did strike her as she might have noticed him amongst their number also, rather more recently than his friend. If her vague memory was true, at least the friend would prove a decent foil to his friend’s rather ambitious expectations. For Hal’s honesty about his wish to rush off and rescue his family, as soon as he possibly could, did not go unmarked. It was unadvisable of course, but that was where his previous vocation no doubt strove against his current needs.

I would not recommend you going riding off anywhere until all your sores are healed though,” she made clear, turning back to the patient. “Any period sat in a saddle will irritate your hurts unnecessarily." Given he had been sat, all but still, in one position and against a chair, in the damp, for five years .. Rhoswyn was making an educated guess about where his 'sores' might be and why he did not offer them up for scrutiny. "Even a carriage ride would probably prove very uncomfortable, and particularly over long distances.” If they’d come here from Lossarnach he might already be all too aware of that, of course. “Walk if it does not exhaust you to do so. Short distances first. And keep up with your exercises. Take time to stand up from a chair, cross the room, use the stair case. It may sound insignificant, but it will likely prove more taxing in your current state than you are used to. Your body is weak and may not be ready to undergo all you would put it through yet. You will be susceptible to collapse, to dizziness, to stumbling. Your joints may ache and protest, but this will lessen with time, as long as you keep doing what you have already been doing. Small movements. Repetition. And if there are any unexplained fevers, bleeding or unusual discharge from any of your wounds, then you will need to come back here for somebody to check them over for you. So we don’t want you venturing off too far quite yet.


Rhoswyn did the patient the small favour of turning away to make more record in her notebook, while he was allowed time to take in the advice. Given his former standing in life, and his bold claim about his family, she did not expect he would take the recommendations very happily. She also had refrained from giving him any sort of time expectation quite yet. Her examination was incomplete and it would be entirely premature until she was completely finished.

If you could hold your shirt up, just so,” she then moved straight on, giving small time for the man to dispute the advice so far, and guided his hands to revealing enough of his bare chest. “You say a band restricted your chest,” she reminded him, and ran exploratory fingers softly in search of any bruising or other hurt that had come as a consequence. “Can you breathe in and out for me please, as normally as you are able to.” After watching how his chest coped with the expected rise and fall, she gave no comment except, “And again ?” Once she was apparently satisfied in his respiration efforts, the nurse gestured that he could lower his shirt again. “How does that feel to you ?” she wondered if he would prove equally as truthful and forthright about his any limitations. “Do you find that you are short of breath more easily ? Or that you notice any sharp pains around your chest ?


Another pause was allowed so that the healer could update her written record and so that the patient could recover his personal space. She kept up the same pattern, so that he knew what to expect. Close in, examine the next specific aspect of his health. And then withdraw, giving him any time he needed to feel better about that. Giving his companion the opportunity to expand on any answer that the patient offered.

And now,” she set down her quill and returned to Halberion anew. “Which part of your legs were broken ?” she proved she had heard what he’d said about those wounds. Even though they sounded to have been inflicted some time ago now. “And was it the same bone on both legs, or different ones on each leg ?” The nurse laid a sweeping glance down at how his legs were positioned, where he sat. “Were any of the breaks open, so that you could see the bone break through your skin ? And did you exert any pressure on those injuries by putting weight or any other impact on the affected areas, before your daughter insisted that they were set ?


The damp would not have done such hurts any favours, she realised but did not mention aloud. “Do your joints ever seize up after a period of relaxing, or give out any unexpected pain ? Do your legs ever tingle or go numb, even while you are sat or lying down ?” Recognising that she had thrown rather a lot of questions at him for a moment, Rhoswyn gave a pause again so that he could impart, hopefully, an honest accounting of his health. There was no doubt that the patient wanted to get better. But she had seen her share of Rangers, in particular, who could prove headstrong and impatient about giving their bodies the time that it took. To actually get any better. On the positive side of course, it was likely that the same headstrong tendency had been instrumental in the man’s survival, and would continue to play an essential part in his recuperation.

So how long has it been since you were a Ranger, Halberion ?” the nurse could not help tacking on one more, apparently innocent, enquiry. She was interested not only because it would help gauge his measure of recovery, but also might lend her some aid in locating where in the archives, his records might be.
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"Some ointment would be helpful, thank you." Hal replied gratefully. As for his time as a ranger, he nodded slowly at the suggestion there might be some records. "Possibly," He agreed thoughtfully. He hadn't had any injuries worth seeing a healer about, but there had been some checkups which everyone had to do, he recalled.

He smiled faintly as he listened as the nurse advised him against riding just yet. "Well, I wasn't planning on hopping on a horse just yet. At least not until I had the strength to swing into the saddle on my own," He assured her with a smile. "By then, I'm sure any such sores ought to be a distant memory." He hoped. And yes... he could certainly agree that a carriage ride was far from 'comfortable' in his current condition, however much his friend had tried to make the trip easier for him.

As she went on to offer advice about walking, taking the stairs, and so on, Hal nodded slightly at each point, until she had moved to make more notes at her desk. "I've been doing all of those things, so far." He informed her. "I walked up here from Macardil's house, on the fifth level," he added, feeling a bit silly for being proud of himself for such an accomplishment. Yes, he knew that it was going to take time. He knew that it was going to be challenging, and that it was going to be exhausting and frustrating to build up his physical fitness once again. He knew that he would have to wait on his search until he wasn't likely to end up collapsing on the side of the road somewhere, or falling off a horse because he couldn't stay in the saddle. He nodded in answer to her warning about not venturing off too far yet. "Of course." He said, letting her know that he understood. Besides, there were papers and things taken from Mar's study that they could investigate in the meanwhile, right?

Hal complied with the nurse's requests, holding his shirt as she asked. He half wondered whether she had ever seen anyone quite so thin, before, but he didn't ask. Taking a deep breath as requested, each time she asked, he was glad to let his shirt back into place afterward. "Feels alright," He replied, albeit a little hesitant. "I had a little trouble a couple months ago.. a cold I think." He admitted. "I've often had a cold, or something like that, while in that..place." He frowned. "Alyssa would insist on me getting medicine. But this last time, she was gone, so I was given no medicine or anything," He explained. "I.. suspect it was the damp atmosphere. I am hoping.. that issue won't be returning, now. But yes, I do get short of breath, walking further than is comfortable. I.. assume my arm and leg muscles aren't the only ones that I'll need to strengthen. Cardio and all that." He said, showing he had some knowledge about all of this, already.

He glanced over at Macardil while the nurse was writing down her notes, offering a little smile to show his gratitude for him sitting in on this. Even if there were some points that were uncomfortable for Hal to discuss in front of him, it was still a comfort to have someone there whom he knew he could trust entirely.

He caught his breath briefly and almost flinched when Rhoswyn asked about his broken legs, as his mind leapt back to that time. Those memories were among the most unpleasant he'd ever endured. He couldn't let those overwhelm him, though. Hal released his breath slowly and gave a little shake of his head, trying to dispel those unpleasant memories. "I.. I don't know exactly which bones were broken," He mumbled, and hesitated. "It was here, and here." He added, pointing out the particular places on his shins. His hands went to grip the edge of the bed, on either side of him. He closed his eyes, taking a couple of slow, deep breaths as he brought up the image in his mind, of a sunrise he'd been able to see while they were traveling. "It was not an open break, on either leg." He added. "Not mine, anyway."

He drew in another deep breath, letting it out slowly. Maintaining his calm, precarious as it may feel at the moment. "I was bound, when the breaks occurred. No... I did not put pressure on them." He cleared his throat. He had been rendered completely helpless.. while his family was tortured. He swallowed and tried to push those memories away, trying hard to focus on the sunrise, and the sight of snow glistening in the sun, on the mountain. Peaceful, beautiful. He found his breathing a little easier after a moment of this. He thought about the nurse's following questions.

"Well.. I've only been out of that dungeon cell for.. a couple of days." He glanced toward his friend for confirmation on that. "But while I was there... my legs would often start to fall asleep, and I'd do whatever I could to wake them up. But since I've been free... I've had no issues with numbness, or tingling." He was glad to report. As for the joints... "Yes, I've.. noticed an unpleasant level of stiffness in my joints, which I assume is from lack of use. Particularly my knees. All this unfamiliar walking," He smiled faintly in attempted humor. "I'm sure it'll get better as my joints remember how to do their thing. But I figure that's to be expected.. so, no. No unexpected pain or seizing."

Her last question surprised him slightly. How long? He paused, thinking back a little. "Oh... I was eighteen, when I resigned." He told her. "Due to a family emergency," He added. "That was.. a while ago." He added with a little smile, in case she couldn't tell that he was well beyond eighteen by now. "I've.. uh.. lost track of my age," He was a little embarrassed to admit. "But I'm somewhere in my 40s, I know that much." He cleared his throat. Assuming that she was fishing for a bit of history on his physical fitness, he went on to offer a little more, "I spent a year traveling in foreign lands, where I met someone who became very important to me. He taught me a new way of fighting while we traveled together." He explained. "And upon returning home, I spent the rest of my life, up until five years ago, training to improve upon those skills." He sighed wistfully. "I used to spend a couple hours every day in training. Now, I can barely walk down a hallway." He smiled ruefully. "But I'll get there, again. Even if it takes me ten years.. though I hope it doesn't take that long." He concluded with a little laugh.
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Nurse Rhoswyn, in Treatment Room 12. December 29th.
with Halberion and Macardil.


The patient was nodding along with the Nurse’s suggestions, making clear as far as he could that he was already undertaking such concerns. The compliance did give Rhoswyn pause however, in a way that she felt unreasonably suspicious about, since he had very, very recently said he wanted the ‘quickest’ as well as the best way to recover. And unfortunately, the quickest would not be the best at all. But Halberion was saying all the right things. His respiratory exam was unsurprising, and she was glad to observe no disfigurement around the man’s ribs. Any extensive bruising that there might have previously been from the restraint around that area, had likely since recovered in the month or so he had been freed from the chair.

I agree, that the damp environment probably played a large part in your tendency for chest infections,” she surmised. “Though such ailments are rarely serious in a man of your age, both your heart and lungs function through the work of the muscles which surround them. So yes, those might have become lazy. It would not hurt to try some simple breathing exercises as part of your daily routine. Take deep breaths as you walk, particularly outside. We breathe of course almost without thinking in the every day, but I would advise that you commit attention to it for a while. As might a swimmer consider their lung capacity, your’s too will no doubt be back to normal in a few months. The fresher air now will make all the difference as well.


It was difficult to register relief, when the patient explained his former bone breaks. But if the damage had been to his shins, and they had been closed fractures, that all went well in his favour. “I would be far more concerned if the breaks had been higher, up about your femur,” the nurse indicated the thigh of her skirt for a reference point, for that was a far stronger bone, and damage there would imply a greater injury done, not to mention the possible complication of bleeding from the major arteries in that area. “And the fact that your ankles and knees were not damaged by the break is good news as well for your mobility.” Although she imagined the pain must have been a lot, at the time, it sounded like the worst was behind him. Even if he had been cared for in the very best conditions, a broken bone would still ache as it healed, after all.

It did not escape the Nurse’s notice that the man seemed more affected though, by talking about this .. particular .. hurt. Either he was already employing breathing exercises, or else, any façade of ‘fine’ he had been holding up thus far had begun to reach its limits. As he answered her distraction about his ranger experience though, the man’s confidence returned, and he was more open, less inhibited. Taking advantage of this, Rhoswyn slowly and gently rolled his trousers up, one at a time, to the knee, and explored his lower legs with gentle touch for any indication of a more serious injury than he’d described.


Well that sounds as though no nerves or blood vessels were compromised internally,” she offered with a reassuring smile, in response to his answers. “But the damp can impact on joints too of course. If they swell up, or pain you, I will expect you to come and let us know, so that we can help you to soothe any effusion. But for now, I think a slow walk to the window and back will be enough to read. Keep your trouser legs rolled up please,” she made clear that the suggestion was a request. “So that I may observe your gait in its entirety,” the nurse did her best to limit the risks of his self-consciousness. She was not expecting to note anything too untoward about the man’s short walk, but she trained eyes upon him regardless. Watching his breathing, his size of stride, his balance .. without addressing the actual time scale of recovery required, which the patient seemed to be looking for.

The problem is of course, that however much you may have managed to exercise, and however well your legs were set, your body simply can not heal properly when it is denied the adequate resources it requires to do that,” she explained, to break the otherwise silence as the patient was allowed to demonstrate his walking. “You say that your captor fed you very little, and only little water also ?Rhoswyn sought to confirm before they could properly discuss the impact of the obvious malnutrition. “After such an extensive period of time, even worked muscles will be in a wasted state. They need food, and water as much as they need exercise, and also they will require time. Can you tell me what sort of food you were allowed ? Was it solid food like bread, or something more like porridge ? And would you say that your consumption was regular or very sporadic ?
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A sigh of relief escaped from Ieara's mouth. 'You are really very kind', she said. 'We'll be back later this week, with a cake or something else tasty. Something these children of mine will help making.' She turned her face to both children looking quite stern all of a sudden.
'Yes mother', they replied simultaneously.
Gilaen skipped to the door. 'We still have some dried apples from last season, we can make a cake with those!'
'That would be a good idea my child.'

Borlas carefully got up from the bed and smiled at Seri Moss. 'Thank you very much for helping us ma'am. I hope we see you around in town.'
'Can we go play now?', his sister interrupted. 'Borlas can't do any chores now, and I have promised to do his today. The morning chores are already done, so could we please go outside to the park?'
Ieara took some time to think about that question. She took each child by the hand so she was walking in between. Then she looked at Gilaen.

'I wouldn't want to reward you for being so unwise in your actions earlier this week. But I need to get back to work right now. I'll grant you this afternoon to play, if you promise me you will help me out tonight not even with your own chores and your brother's, but also with the things I need to do to prepare supper.'
'Oh yes mom, we will!', her daughter exclaimed.
'There is no 'we' here, my darling. Your brother wasn't looking all too well when I entered this room. And I am sure that wasn't just the guilt.'
She looked at Seri Moss for confirmation. 'You seemed a bit feverish, my boy. Rest will do you good. And if you rest well, you will be able to play tomorrow. But only if you are careful.'
Borlas let his head hang, but he didn't object to his mother's observation.
'Well then. That is settled. Thank you so much, mrs. Moss, for helping my children. I cannot be more grateful.'

Ieara suddenly seemed to be in a hurry.
'Now if you'll excuse me... I'll need to get back to work. My superior isn't the kind of woman who knows how to make exceptions when it comes to walking away from your job in case of emergency. Come along, children! We will walk back to our house and once I am sure Borlas is safe and sound in bed, you are allowed to leave, Gilaen.'
She bowed her head once more in gratitude and then walked away with her two children.
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December 29th

"Breathing exercises," Hal repeated with a small nod. "Alright. I have done that as well as I was able," He mentioned, thinking of the many hours in which he'd had nothing to do. He had spent a good deal of that time in meditating. "Do you recommend that I attempt any cardio-building exercises, or refrain from that?" He asked, deciding it best to check the nurse's recommendation on that.

He watched, a little apprehensive, as the woman began to roll up his trousers. But he kept that feeling to himself, and assumed that she had some purpose. Like checking that his bones were aligned properly or something. While the breaks had healed well enough as well as he could tell, he also had plenty of scars, for which he did not offer any explanations. "If he had known about those things you mentioned, I'm sure he would have made sure to make use of that." He replied dryly. "Fortunately for me, he did not."

As for returning to let them know whether he had any problems with swelling, Hal nodded. "I will do that," He promised, then smiled faintly. "Assuming my joints allow it." He couldn't resist adding as a small joke. Not that he intended on letting a little pain stop him from doing whatever needed doing, of course. He was going to do all he needed to do to recover his strength. So, when the nurse asked him to walk across the room, Hal carefully slid off of his seat on the bed, and steadied himself on the floor for a moment. Fortunately, by this point, he'd had a few days to reacquaint himself with taking step after step. While he was still a bit slow, he was better at it than he had been that first day when Macardil freed him from the cell.

He wasn't sure what Nurse Rhoswyn was looking for, exactly, but he hoped that his stride was suitable. He still didn't have perfect balance, and the way he walked did not convey much confidence in his abilities. But he didn't get out of breath in that short distance, and he didn't have to stop or sit down upon reaching the window. He looked out for a moment, glad to see that it looked like a sunny day, despite the cold. After taking a few moments to look out of the window, he turned and walked slowly back. "I get tired quickly," He admitted. "But I can go longer distances today, than I could the first day." He was pleased to add, although it was a silly thing to feel pleased for. Walking up from the fifth level to the sixth this morning had been more of a trial than he had yet faced, though. And he'd managed that, even if he had been forced to stop and catch his breath now and then. "I know it'll be normal for my muscles to be sore and ache while I'm rebuilding them," He added, while easing himself back onto the edge of the bed.

Next, of course, was the topic of diet. Hal had expected some questions like this. He gave a little nod to confirm her guess. "He gave orders that I was to be given 'just enough to keep me alive'." He explained quietly. "Except for the last month. They gave me tasteless mush. Porridge, I guess you could call it." He wrinkled his nose. "And only a little water." He closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "It was sporadic," He added. "Most days, I did not know if I would be fed or not." He looked briefly over at Macardil, then back at the nurse.

"A month ago, I was unexpectedly aided by someone else who was being held captive in the same place." He explained to Rhoswyn. "His situation was... much better than mine, but when he learned that I was there, he helped me as much as he could. He made sure that I got at least one meal each day, and from that point on, my meals were.. real meals. Whatever they gave him, I also got." He smiled slightly. "It was because of him that I was moved out of that chair, so that I was able to manage a few exercises, too." He wondered how Ric was faring, and if the guards were treating him well. "If it wasn't for that young man, my condition today would be far worse."



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Seri smiled at the mother talking to her kids about helping make a cake. Then she turned her smile to Borlas. "You're very welcome. I hope your arm feels better soon." She began clearing away some of her supplies and putting things back where they belonged, while the children and their mother talked about whether they could go play or not.

She finished putting away the supplies and turned back to Ieara. "You're welcome. I'm just glad that they had enough sense to seek help before it got any worse." She looked at Gilaen, then Borlas. "Next time though, tell your mother." She advised them, then nodded when Ieara seemed to need to go. "I hope you won't get into any trouble." She couldn't imagine anyone not understanding such a situation, but she also didn't know Ieara's boss, so she had no idea what sort of person she had to deal with. "Bye." Seri smiled after them as they left, and then she went to get a few fresh bandages from the supply cabinet to replenish what she had used just now.
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Nurse Rhoswyn, in Treatment Room 12. December 29th.
with Halberion and Macardil.

I believe it might be best if you abstain from cardio exercises,” the Nurse doubted she was surprising the man with her advice. “For the time being,” she did add on though, with a small smile, and a reassuring nod. Halberion’s body had undergone an extensive ordeal and there was no point in pushing it as fast as it could go, until it simply gave up entirely. It might be all too tempting for the patient to keep pushing, rather than know when he ought to count it enough for the day. “Start with all the simple little things. Standing, breathing, stretching. It may not seem like a lot, but the attention which you should be affording to them, will keep you easily occupied,” she promised him in the meantime. “We must have you back to at least a healthy baseline before you start seeking to reclaim your former glory, after all. It is no good to build a mighty building upon weakened foundations, for it will inevitably fall. And just because your body allows you to do something does not mean it will not have ramifications in the long term.

Rhoswyn had not missed, but rather chosen not to encourage, the comments about the patient’s captor. And his still missing family. It was not a lack of concern on her part to gloss over the references, but rather a means of focusing only upon one matter at a time. She was not in any position to gain justice for his hardship, or retrieve his kin to safety. What she could do, all she could try to do, was help the man to put his body back together. And a mental break right now would be counter productive to obtaining all the physical details she required. She had made some more written notes after Hal’s demonstration at crossing the room. She had quietly looked for any tensions that might be seen as he rose and returned to his seat as well. No comment was forthcoming as to her conclusions, but her quill was enlivened for a short time.


Her face fell though, quite without warning, as the patient described a sudden pattern of improved meals after years of practically nothing. Since he had only very recently been freed, she had not expected his diet to have altered when his restraints had. “I have treated patients who endured periods of malnutrition before,” she admitted, honestly. Corsair oar slaves who had been freed by the Return of the King, during the war. Elderly widowers who had fallen into self neglect. Others who had fallen into horrific circumstances, such as Halberion. “And I should warn you, that no drastic alteration in sustenance is without peril, particularly the rush of refeeding a body after years of surviving on very little.

Rhoswyn did not need to ask the man to exhibit his stark emaciation, for her observations of his chest and his legs had already proved that the man was holding up little more than his clothes. The reports of his former robust lifestyle only further impacted upon the damage his body had undergone to come to such a state as it was now.


The truth is that you can not simply dine on a vast feast today and imagine that will make up for years of a depleted intake,” The nurse folded her hands on her lap but stayed sat in her seat as she delivered what might be a damning revelation to the men. “After eating and drinking so very little for such a considerable time, your stomach will have shrunk. Your intestines are probably dehydrated and misshapen from not getting to digest anything near the amount of food a grown man needs to get him through even a sedate, gentle day. Forcing larger meals than you are ready for yet, through such a delicate digestive system without proper regard for the damage that could be done, could result in irrevocable damage.

If you had little water to drink also, then your kidneys too will be impacted,
” she continued, rather than risk them believing she would hear any protests. “And if you lose control of that filtration system you may never wholly recover it. You will find your every day incontinent and painful without hope of a reprieve. The kidneys are often one of the first organs to break down, when a body has to revert a reduced quota of energy to the most integral organs, to keep you alive. If you reintroduce food and drink now without due consideration for how it is managed, it would be tantamount to a field, first starved of crops from drought, then being assaulted by a flood.” The imagery she had found, often helped a patient to grasp the hazard that the nurse was trying to get over to them.


You are at a very serious risk of overwhelming your body, Halberion, I must be frank with you. It is not simply a matter of quickly replenishing an empty cupboard with fresh groceries. Your body is not currently equipped to safely accept all that it requires. It has no doubt already stripped down all that it can compromise to try and harvest what it needs and will have thus slowed down into a sort of hibernation state over all. The official term is cachexia,” she explained, and then acknowledged that she might have somewhat doused the patient with a lot all at once. With a belated, more sympathetic glance to both Halberion and Macardil in turn, the nurse tried to find a way to make it easy to understand.

At the moment your body is like a tree in the dead of winter,” she again painted a picture for them to imagine, to try and illustrate the issue effectively. There was of course the risk that she might be causing the man some alarm, but he had thus far been making as little as he could of what he ought be far more concerned by. Eagerly assuring her that he knew what to do, and had already been doing all that he needed to do. It had probably been his friend’s recommendation that had brought them here at all. “That tree in winter simply can not bloom again or bear fruit until the fair amount of time has passed for it to be ready, and strong enough, to nourish those qualities,” she clarified, perhaps overly so. But the facts could not or should not be overlooked. “Likewise, you can not push yourself to be anywhere near your best until the spring comes around, of its own accord. Basically, as with all things, and not unlike the slow building up of repeated exercise, too much food or drink too soon or even the wrong kind of food or drink might prove as dangerous to you as no food or drink at all.


And so it had come to the moment, that no doubt they all had expected even as much as they all had hoped would not have to occur. “I think I am going to have to recommend that you are admitted to the Houses of Healing,Rhoswyn delivered the counsel as gently as she could. And was fully prepared to back up the offer with justifications. If his longterm health was not enough in itself. “Just so we can catch any complications that may arise while you undergo the diet plan that I prescribe,” she smiled, through the frown that was sat on her thoughts. This was not going to be a patient patient ….

We can accommodate you of course in a private room, or else a communal one, if you would prefer," she did not overlook the impact that either circumstance might have upon his mental health. It was certainly a better idea to allow the man choice, as much as she could count all options to be advantageous. "Your friend can visit as often as he likes. And I’d say daily excursions to the herb garden upon the premises would be greatly beneficial, for overall improvement. I assume you have made a report to the proper authorities by now, so that justice can be pursued for your sake against your antagonist ? By persons more currently capable of committing to such an ambition ? If not yet, we can ask for an official to come and take your statement here, in a supportive and confidential environment.

She did not ask what he thought of .. all she had just handed him. Help .. he likely would not want. But a response she felt would be certainly forthcoming. If there were ever a time for the two men to convince her that they were fully prepared to devote the time and attention and patience that the patient would undoubtedly require, outside of a medical facility such as the one at hand, this was the time for them to make that attempt.
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Any references to how he was a good friend, largely fell upon deaf ears. Instead, Macardil was listening carefully to whatever advice or instructions the nurse would be giving his best friend. Because Macardil was deeply invested in Halberion's recovery, and he did not want his friend to jeapordize his own health, in order to go after his children.

That said, it was a difficult situation of course. How could Macardil ask Halberion not to rush, not to push himself - if that was what Hal chose to do? Macardil was not a father himself. Could he really imagine the need of a parent? The answer, he assumed, was no.

The mention of sores made his eyes flick to Hal. His friend had mentioned no such thing. Had not asked for help. Had not even referenced it in passing, not even when Halberion had told him about most other things he was now telling nurse Rhoswyn. Macardil did not interrupt, however. Not even once. This was a conversation between nurse and patient. And thankfully, Hal was being open with nurse Rhoswyn, which did not put him into the position of having to correct or add to his friend's responses.

He startled a little when the nurse told them Hal would have to be careful eating and drinking. He knew, to an extent of course, that would be necessary. However... nurse Rhoswyn's chosen words concerned Macardil. Perhaps they had not been careful enough?

The suggestion which followed, to keep Hal at the houses of healing for a time, gave him pause. Here, they would be able to wisely monitor his diet, yes. Macardil could not deny the greatest appeal that Hal staying here, at least a while, would have, though. For it seemed like the surest way to ascertain that Halberion did not overexert himself. He would be less likely to do so here, under medical supervision, than at a friend's house, would he not?
And then there was Ziran... Macardil's mouth tightened, and he purposefully stretched out his fingers to release some of the tension that had crept into his fists.

However. Whatever diet plan nurse Rhoswyn would prescribe, Macardil would do everything he could to make sure Halberion would follow it even if he wasn't admitted. He had no duties to attend to, other than the limited violin lessons he had started giving. And soon, Ziran would be leaving for a training exercise.

Blue eyes rested calmly upon his friend. "You have been robbed of your liberty and choices for five years," he said quietly. "I have no intention to push you one way or the other now. You have my support, in any case," he offered.
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December 29th

Hal frowned at the news that he should refrain from any cardio exercises. Then, how was he supposed to increase his stamina? At least she added 'for the time being'. He held back a sigh as she decreed that he must stick to 'simple things'. He'd been doing all those sorts of things for a while now. Breathing, standing... but yes, he did intend to do some stretching. But as the nurse went on to explain about getting him to a healthy base, before building on that, Hal nodded with understanding. Yes, that made sense. He was impatient, of course, to seek for his children. Five years... anything could've happened in that time. He wasn't even sure which of them he was most worried about.

As she seemed displeased to hear about his improved diet, Hal was not sure why. He gave a slow nod though, as she began to explain about malnutrition and stomach shrinking, he also thought he understood the concern. "I've only been able to eat a small amount, and I know to be cautious about that," He assured her, but then he resumed listening as she went on to explain about the likely state of the rest of his insides, and why it wasn't exactly a good thing that he'd not been more particular about his food, since being liberated.

"I see," He answered quietly, as she then compared his kidneys to a field in draught, and warned him that he was in danger of overwhelming his system. "So, how much should I be drinking?" He wondered, frowning a bit at the thought. It seemed that this was going to be a little trickier than he'd thought, to recover his health. Hearing another analogy was almost amusing, but he got what she was trying to convery. And it wasn't encouraging, since he had hoped to be able to immediately begin building up his strength and recovering his health, now that he was freed.

The last bit was the most disheartening. He would have to stay here, rather than returning. His gaze had fallen downward, but he looked up again at this. Then, glancing over at Macardil when he spoke to assure Hal of his support, he was relieved to hear Rhoswyn say that he could come and visit, but... how long would he have to stay here? Hal frowned as he considered the options. When the nurse spoke of her assumption that he'd made the necessary reports, Hal merely gave a small nod in confirmation, while he was preoccupied with the thought of having to reside here, until he was deemed well enough to leave.

"So," He said with a wry smile. "I am apparently a building with a weak foundation, a field in drought, and a tree in winter." He repeated the various comparisons the nurse had used to describe him. "At least I haven't got any luggage to haul up here," He mentioned to Macardil, with an attempt at humor. Then, sighing, he focused on Rhoswyn. "I'll assume that you know best, so who am I to argue?" he answered, albeit a little reluctant to give his agreement to being 'confined' again. But at least he would not be imposing on Macardil and his wife, at least not for some time. But now, he had to decide if he would rather have a room to himself, or not. "If I choose a communal room, can I change my mind later if I decide I'd rather be alone?" He asked, finding that he really could not quite decide. He had spent much of his time alone for the last five years, so on the one hand, he felt as if he would like to have someone around to talk with, but on the other hand, he could also imagine that he might not be fully ready to have a roommate, who would likely be constantly present. He might find himself wishing for some time to himself. But, he didn't really know yet how he would feel about it. Then again... she did mention walking in the herb garden. So, if he got tired of his roommate, maybe he could go for a walk. Therefore, he figured he'd try that option and see how that went.

"Do we need to fill out any more papers, to get me admitted?" He asked. "My writing is bound to be rather shaky," He warned. "I might be able to manage a scribble of a signature, if my friend here would fill out any necessary information?" He added with a little smile at Macardil. He'd managed his silverware well enough, these past few days, but writing took a bit more concentrated skill of the hand. He had not been able to practice writing or any other such skills in all the time he'd been imprisoned. At least, since the nurse insisted on him holding off on physical exercises, perhaps he could focus on the finer motor skills like writing, in the meanwhile.
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Nurse Rhoswyn, in Treatment Room 12. December 29th.
with Halberion and Macardil.

Halberion seemed to take the news a little better than Rhoswyn had expected, but that was not a bad thing. Macardil’s steady support of his friend was a less unexpected but still very advantageous boon.

While the patient quickly offered the nurse his reassurance that ‘he’d only eaten small amounts’, recently .. that response had of course become his pattern during the course of their interaction. He knew that. He’d already been doing that. A grown man tired of being robbed of his independence, and clearly intent on convincing some stranger that he knew how to take care of himself. The drinking advisements though seemed to stall his bravado. Perhaps it had been the caution about his ending up incontinent and in regular pain if he pushed his kidneys before they were ready. She had not exaggerated the prognosis, nor enjoyed the reaction that such things tended to inspire in the afflicted. Although she had half expected that the former Ranger would declare he didn’t care about any of that, when his children were still unaccounted for. She was very pleased to see him adjust to a more realistic comprehension about his long term expectations.


Little, but often,” she answered his query about how much drinking, as carefully as she might. Not wishing to give him any wrong impression. “No alcohol, not even wine,” the woman’s expression here suggested that she’d dealt with patients before who had found this particular news hard to hear. “Only wholesome nutritious fluids. Our gardens provide the resource of many vital ingredients to help in this regard, things you would not otherwise find easily in the market or on the road. We will slowly remind your body how to do what it should, and then slowly increase the amounts as it adapts accordingly. At the same time we will feed your muscles the proteins they are craving. Fish, eggs, small samples of meat. It may be strange to face five very small meals a day, but it will have a better outcome than trying fewer, larger meals, until you are up to it. No doubt you will have already experienced some nausea, if not outright emesis since starting to eat and drink again. Emesis, .. that is .. vomiting,

The Nurse did not apologise for the imagery she tended to make use of, in her explanations. It was not as though she could open the man up and let him see for himself the state that his organs had likely been rendered to. Patients only felt the symptoms, the pains, the weakness, the ache, and it was her job to explain what was causing it. Or, in this case, to advise ways to eradicate such symptoms and avoid even worse. A surgeon could not heal what was broken inside of Halberion. Only time and care would do so.


There is no reason to believe that you will not wholly recover all your usual physical prowess, provided you go about that recovery in a conscious and careful manner,” she did her best to assure him, when the man assumed she knew better. “I promise you will be riding, running and fighting again, if you are only not overly hasty to try such things too soon.

Some people adjusted to being tended to more easily than others of course. Rangers were notoriously impatient, for the most part. But those who were more used to being fed and dressed and waited on by servants often found the experience less tiresome. Rhoswyn knew too little of what sort of life this patient had known before, to imagine what sort of a patient he would prove. But the important thing, as his friend had clearly impressed upon on him, was the freedom to make his own choices, going forward. Particularly from what she had learnt about what he had endured before his rescue.


You may change your mind about the room at any time,” she let him know. “Some people find it easier to have company, and others do not. We will happily accommodate your needs, and recognise that those needs may alter with time.Rhoswyn completed her written notes about the matter and turned her full attention toward the two men. “You understand of course, that I can not keep you here against your will,” she impressed upon Halberion in particular. “It is only my recommendation that you take advantage of the help that this facility can offer you. You are a guest, sir. Not a prisoner. If you choose right this minute to leave, I would not send guards after you to bring you back. You are the only person who can decide how you recover from all that has been done to harm you. If at any point you wish to leave, you will be free to do so. I have made it clear the sorts of physical impediments that you would be risking, so that you can make the decision of your own accord. However long you end up staying here is entirely up to you.

Blue eyes searched out those of the patient in particular, as she gave him time to absorb the concept. Rhoswyn had seen former oarslaves break down, at the simple recognition of such a simple kindness, of personal freedom, of the notion that others were willing to help, after a world where there had been so much hurt. For those who had suffered more than a physical violence, the very ambience of aid could take some getting used to.


There is no need to expect you lie in bed all day if you wish to sit up, take a short walk around the grounds. Though rest will obviously be an important proportion of your time. We have rooms specifically designed for people who are recuperating their mobility. We have books we can loan you to read, if your eyes feel up to it. That too may cause you headaches at first if you have been used to darkness for a long duration. We can provide you with clean, fresh clothing if your friend has none of your own that will make you feel more like yourself again. And of course, visitors are welcome, although at a decent hour of course, to limit any disruption to beneficial sleep overnight,” she mentioned this toward Macardil, and hoped it did not seem unreasonable.

A simple ‘X’ will be sufficient, for your signature,Rhoswyn let Halberion know. Not all of their patients were able to manage even that small amount of writing, and it was not always because of some injury or malady preventing them. Some simply could not read and write. It was rare in Gondor, but not unheard of, depending on a patient’s experience. “The admission papers should be quite self explanatory.” The retrieval of that mentioned paperwork was managed, out of one of the desk drawers. And a quill and ink identified, on the table that might be used. She did not put her written notes away in the drawer, or give the men any indication that she might be concealing or keeping secrets or plans from them. A written list of the identified concerns was left on the nurse's desk, free for any in the room to check over. She saw no concern in the discovery of it's contents by the patient or his friend, when it might even serve as an official record of all the reasons that the man would require recovery.


I shall go and see what beds we have available at this time, and then we can show you both options so that you can decide which type of room you would like to try, first,” she explained. “Feel free to read through the paperwork and have a moment amongst your selves for your own arrangement. And if there is anything more you wish to ask or ascertain, we will look to it when I return. It will not be too long.
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December 29th

Hal slowly nodded in response to the nurse's caution against even wine. He supposed then, that meant he was restricted to water only, or perhaps tea. He figured some teas should have some beneficial attributes, right? And sure enough, she added 'wholesome nutritional fluids'. He had not realized until now that it mattered so much what he ate, even more so than the fact that he ate something. He held back a heavy sigh as he began to anticipate his recovering taking far longer than he had initially assumed. It wasn't just a matter of regaining some weight and training his muscles again. This meant that he had no idea how long it would be before he was able to set off searching for his children, or his sister.

He made no comment in response to the idea that he may have already experienced some nausea or worse. It didn't really seem very necessary to confirm or deny that, and he would rather not discuss that particular matter. Fortunately, she did not outright ask, and so he was not pressured into making any sort of reply.

The promise she made then, that he should fully recover, was encouraging. Everything she'd said before had begun to cast some worry to his mind about that, so it was some relief to hear that she believed he ought to be able to recover his former abilities. So long as he listened to the healers and nurses as they tried to guide him in that direction. The small reassurance about the accommodations did help somewhat in relieving a bit of anxiety about his lodging situation. "Thank you," He said softly, then fell silent while she went to finish up her notes, and assuring him that he was not a prisoner, and that he could leave anytime he wished. That certainly made him feel much better about having to stay here. It was a tremendous relief to be assured of that, even if he had not really expected healers in the White City to hold him against his will. But it was still good to hear it stated. Rather than meeting the nurse's eyes, his gaze remained fixed on his lap, wearing a thoughtful frown as he considered everything.

The main problem, of course, was that the longer it took for him to recover from all of this, the longer it would be before he could even begin to look for those most important to him. While it would surely be difficult to be patient with his own body, giving it the proper time to do all of the healing it needed, he could endure that far better if he knew that they were safe.

He raised his head again, listening when she mentioned some of the various rooms they had available. Hearing about the books available, and fresh clothing they could provide in case he did not have any, it made him recall that he did not have any clothing. Nor anything at all to call his own. Even the clothes he wore today were borrowed from Macardil, and thus were rather baggy on him. They used to have a lot of books in their home. All that was gone now. His eyes stung slightly, and he looked toward the door as he tried to put out of his mind, the memory of their home burning. He drew a slow breath while trying to get his emotions under control again.

"I'll see what I can manage, as far as writing." Hal promised with a faint smile, after the lady said that he could simply make an X. He hadn't yet attempted writing, so he wasn't quite sure what he could do. He assumed that his hands would be shaky and uncoordinated, just as he had felt unconfident about trying to shave. He nodded when she declared her intention to find what room he could reside in, and then he and Macardil were left alone again. Hal let out a slow sigh. "I did not expect.. all of that." He muttered, shaking his head slightly. "Do you suppose I'd be allowed to read any of that paperwork you took out of that office?" He wondered. It could be a way that he could begin searching for clues, without even leaving his room here.
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Macardil had remained quiet while the nurse spoke, offering mostly an open, small smile. Now, with the door closed behind her, he let out a breath he had not realized he was holding. And he looked at his best friend.

Hal. So thin, Macardil would have never imagined it possible. Not for Halberion Veranis. However, the clothes he had borrowed to his friend, were hanging from him like a flag at half mast. Hands that had once drawn a bowstring steady as law... now quaking at the idea of a quill.

“I did not expect it either,” Macardil admitted quietly. His tone was even, but there was a softness to it. “That being said, I am glad we came to a professional. Now we are aware of the depth of the river, before you try to swim it.” His blue eyes were steady.

When Hal asked about the paperwork, a slow smile appeared on his face. Along with a twinkle that could rarely be seen in those sapphire eyes... A faintly amused breath passed through his nose. “For all the time we spent at Guard Headquarters... and for all that was said..." He rose from his chair, approaching Hal and putting a hand lightly upon his friend's shoulder whilst he leaned in a little, lowering his voice: "They did not ask for any of those papers." He straightened. "I can bring it to you. Today."

His eyes searched his friend's, then. “You are not wasting time by healing,” he stated. "And besides. I took what I believed might be interesting. Or might prove interesting, at some point. Someone needs to go through it, thoroughly. It seems to me that you would be one of the people who is actually placed to do so? And if anything surfaces that we should bring to the Guard - or the Rangers - then we can."

“I will fill in whatever details the healers here might require.” Macardil raised an eyebrow. “And tomorrow,” he added, firm but kind, “we begin. Not with running. Not with riding. But with five absurdly small meals and a short walk in the herb garden.”
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Treatment room with Macardil
December 29th

Hal let out a slow sigh, but he nodded. Macardil was right, and so was the nurse, he supposed. Even if it was hard to hear, he supposed it was best if he followed the advice of the professionals. If it hadn't been for the missing members of his family, and them being in danger, he wouldn't mind taking all the time he needed to get well. But to have to sit around and do nothing... to 'rest' and recover, with the knowledge that Alyssa, Moira, Blaise, and Mae Wen were somewhere out there, all potentially in some sort of danger... how could anyone expect him to sit around and 'heal'?

But at the same time, he had to accept facts. He could not, personally, do anything to help any of them, if he couldn't even walk across the room without feeling weak and shaky. If he couldn't even handle a basic meal without the risk of throwing it back up, or if he might end up doing himself more harm than good in his attempts to get better? He could do nothing for his family if he didn't get himself well again, properly. Even if it took him a year.

In the meanwhile, though, he was grateful to have Macardil there. Hearing that the guards had not asked for those papers, he was rather relieved, and he smiled at his friend. "Someone needs to go through it", his friend had said. Indeed. Hal would be more than happy to take on that task. "Thank you." He was sure that he'd grow extremely restless without something to do. And he meant that thanks for far more than just providing him with something to do, but rather, for everything. Rescuing him from that dungeon, being there for him, offering his aid and support... and for filling out those forms for him. Hal was glad to have a friend like Macardil.

Soon, all the paperwork had been filled out, and Hal had managed a shaky scribble at the bottom, resembling his name. The sooner he got admitted in here for treatment, the sooner he could recover his health, and then the sooner he could go looking for his family, even if that was a bit more long-term. In the short-term, he figured, the sooner he got settled into a room, the sooner he could begin examining those papers, which could hold some clues. So, when the nurse returned to show him to his new room, Hal followed her without any protest or complaint.


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Treatment Room – Late afternoon/evening of December 30

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The tears came endlessly, she couldn't seem to stop them. When asked if was Dahak she couldn't even get the answer past her throat, it suddenly felt tight so she had to nod her head causing another wave of sobs as she buried her face with her hands.
She felt the woman sit on the bed next to her and with a hand on her arm she was able to look at the healer through her tears which were gently wiped off. It helped her immensely to gather herself enough to understand how this came about. It also went a long way in helping her to gather her thoughts enough to answer the questions.

"Thank you for your help." she offered before continuing. "I find work in the Market. Deliveries mostly, sometimes I'll be fortunate enough to get a full days work in the laundry. They always need women there." Now for the other question, would she be able to love this child? She looked down to her belly as her palm covered it. Such a mix of emotions, thoughts rolled through her mind.

Could she honestly love a child that may resemble the man that hurt her so badly, treated her so cruelly? That was a hard one to answer. Would she grow to resent the child and become angry and bitter towards it? How could she care for such a small thing? She barely earned enough to feed herself, somedays. A small cot in the back corner of the laundry wasn't a home and the Market streets and alleys weren't a place to raise a child. Their prospects were slim. Not everyone was kind to an unwed mother and a fatherless child. What did she really have to offer this child? Poverty? Struggle?

She raised her eyes to the Healer. "I have nothing to offer this child. Love isn't enough to fill an empty belly or keep it from feeling the sting of hurtful words from others. The Market street and alley are no place to raise a child. " Her voice tinged with an unavoidable truth. She paused a moment before continuing. Taking a deep breath she made up her mind.

"I know there are herbs I can take to end this pregnancy. When I was around nine my mother fell ill and fevered. The healer said if she didn't end her pregnancy she would surely die." She waited for the Healers response and reaction to her decision. She then felt it, a twinge of guilt, remorse even. It caused her to momentarily doubt herself but she was able to push it aside. It surprised her but she would go forward with her decision. It was what was best for them both, right?
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