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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 22, 2019 11:17:10 GMT -5
A day or so later Mynian is seen either resting with her books, journals, and design book or doing some light kitchen work or clothes stitching for those that need it.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 22, 2019 14:48:37 GMT -5
Henrik speaks softly to Siphanien and asks for her to watch over Mynian while he arranges matters, the priest is seen activeky clearing his schedule.
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Post by koffie on Aug 23, 2019 5:57:21 GMT -5
Henrik speaks softly to Siphanien and asks for her to watch over Mynian while he arranges matters, the priest is seen actively clearing his schedule.
She seems to have adjusted her daily routine slightly to make sure she is in the proximity of Mynian. At night she visits Mynian before she heads to rest and sits down next to her:
"I hope you are settling in well, is there something i can do or get for you, even if it is just a listening ear to talk about your recent experience."
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 23, 2019 12:43:42 GMT -5
Siphanien nods. "I will keep an eye on her and keep her company if she desires so."
She seems to have adjusted her daily routine slightly to make sure she is in the proximity of Mynian. At night she visits Mynian before she heads to rest and sits down next to her:
"I hope you are settling in well, is there something i can do or get for you, even if it is just a listening ear to talk about your recent experience."
Anyone observing Mynian long enough would notice she's forcing herself to remain busy during the day. A time or two, when she would think no one was watching, she'd lean upon a wall or a table as if winded or exhausted, and then pick right up again with a smile that wouldn't fully reach her eyes. That night after helping get any younger ones to bed, she sits and writes some notes from one journal into another. Mynian would smile up at at her as she'd sit and lightly shake her head, "'m fine, Miss Siphanien. Yehself 'n others about 'ave been gracious 'osts so me been in want o' nuttin'. 'n as fer me experience . . ." Tapping the writing coal on the page a few times, she'd look down to the parchment, "Me'd rather nay regale yeh with tha 'orrid details o' tha' situation. Tha less yeh know tha better, me thinks, but . . . " Putting down the writing coal she'd lay her hand atop her right forearm, "'m afraid. There could be a chance me could lose me arm fer this. Ifn me does tha' . . ." A light sheen of sweat forms on her brow, " . . . 'm a seamstress 'n a songstress 'n do a lot o fine detailed work with me 'ands. Me could certainly try ta stitch things up with just me left 'and 'n me teeth, but . . . 'm pretty certain me embroidery work is gonna look like shite 'n . . . me won't be able ta pluck a note on tha yartin' 'r lute 'r pull any sort o string attal . . . " There's a hitch to her voice that she swallows down, "It be me entire lively'ood 'n me be more afraid o' losin' tha' then me do o' dyin'." She'd end quietly with, "Stupid o' me, innit?" |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 25, 2019 13:19:57 GMT -5
As night falls, the infirmary has been the scene of some intensive surgery. A War Wizard leaves the House.
Henrik returns to the House, having left with "medical waste" to be disposed of at another location. He heads into the washroom to clean his uniform and himself, completely. His cleaned robes are hung up to dry upstairs by the fireplace and he remains in other, grey robes for the rest of the night; sitting in his chair in the infirmary and watching over his three patients. A stack of books at his side along with a teapot and mug.
The priest watches his charges sleep, stirring to attend them if they wake. He stays vigilantly at his post until sunrise. Only when Adolina returns does he climb the stairs to go and check on the state of his white robes.
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Post by offduty on Aug 25, 2019 14:43:21 GMT -5
While Henrik watches over his charges, Lynn would deliver him a bowl of soup with cheese bread and a fresh hot pot of tea.
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 25, 2019 15:03:14 GMT -5
After a long time asleep that night and the following morning, Mynian finally wakes close to when the sun is already high in the sky. Only able to sit up in bed for a time, she looks at her right arm which was placed in a sling to prevent too much movement during the night. Pushing some of the cloth aside she looks at the small cross shaped scar atop her forearm.
She utters very quietly, "Yeh a Gods thrice blessed miracle worker, Mista Henrik."
With that she remains seated with her back propped on the headboard and continues to rest through the day.
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Post by koffie on Aug 26, 2019 1:45:32 GMT -5
After the surgery, where Siphanien has watched from a safe distance with great interest, she seems to have loosened her observations of Mynian, returning to her writing once more in the corner and her more routine chores (a frequent observer might notice the small change in her daily routine). At evenings she turns to longer prayers at the altar, where others are free to disturb her to join, where she recites a couple of prayers, hearable to those who wish to hear)
Help all who hurt, no matter who they are.
The truly holy take on the suffering of others.
Suffer in His name and He will be there to support you.
Stick to your cause if it is right, whatever the pain and peril.
Stand up to all tyrants, resisting in ways both great and small.
Allow no injustice to go by unchallenged.
There is no shame in a meaningful death.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 26, 2019 10:17:54 GMT -5
Appreciation for his wife's meal of cheese bread and soup glows in his expression as Henrik exits the upstairs office, having written his notes.
He takes his place by Siphanien for prayers, giving her a copy of the notes and has another copy run over to the Temple of Defenders for Anna; both marked confidential.
Then finally he goes to bed for a good, long nap.
//PMs sent!
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 26, 2019 14:27:31 GMT -5
At some point Mynian quietly thanks Siphanian for watching over her and Lynn for being supportive of Henrik. She'd offer to both to make them a nice outfit once her arm is back up to "full stitchin' form".
In the meantime, foot traffic seems to have increased while Mynian stays to recuperate. Several people come about, none looking for healing services, and are there to see the seamstress. A couple of them are there to pick up clothing orders from her. Some speak to her for a short while, others much longer.
She goes to sleep that night taking one of the beds upstairs and wakes relatively early the next day. Most of that morning she's seen still near her bed writing multiple letters, using her right hand and occasionally grimacing as she does. Mynian pauses only every so often to shake her hand out and massage it, grumbling with irritation as she did.
It's not until midday that she stops, gathers up everything she wrote and heads downstairs. She gets cleaned up, out of the sleeping robe, and into her usual burgundy vest and white shirt. She almost heads out the door until Brother Eustace stops her to ask if she has eaten.
As Mynian tries to explain to him that she was "only gonna slip out fer a minute" and "would be roit back ta partake o' tha very delicious stew" another healer walks up. She informs Mynian that since Brother Henrik has yet to give her a clean bill of health she wasn't allowed to leave just yet. Mynian continues to resist, insisting that she was fine. It isn't until a third healer walks up that she relents.
Muttering with irritation, she goes to find Henrik, her Luskan accent particularly thick, "'ouse 'o 'ealin', by Tyr's left nut, be more loik 'ouse 'o mother'ens in 'ere . . ."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Aug 26, 2019 14:45:32 GMT -5
Muttering with irritation, she goes to find Henrik, her Luskan accent particularly thick, "'ouse 'o 'ealin', by Tyr's left nut, be more loik 'ouse 'o mother'ens in 'ere . . ." Now back in his white robes, Henrik chuckles softly and good-naturedly at her comment "It comes with the territory, Miss C" He examines her arm and range of motion "Exercise your movements a little but often and no prolonged use until you feel comfortable" He nods "Keep an awareness of the limb and how it feels, trust your instincts and knowledge of yourself...if anything feels wrong - you know where I am - but in this moment you are free" He offers her a warm smile "I'll check in on you in a tenday to make sure all is well" |
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 26, 2019 17:32:14 GMT -5
Now back in his white robes, Henrik chuckles softly and good-naturedly at her comment "It comes with the territory, Miss C" He examines her arm and range of motion "Exercise your movements a little but often and no prolonged use until you feel comfortable" He nods "Keep an awareness of the limb and how it feels, trust your instincts and knowledge of yourself...if anything feels wrong - you know where I am - but in this moment you are free" He offers her a warm smile "I'll check in on you in a tenday to make sure all is well" While initially indignant, Henrik's general aura puts her at ease and she relinquishes herself to his scrutiny. Though her grip is weak and she strains to get her arm above shoulder height, it doesn't look like there is a lack of motion. Twisting her forearm left and right seems very slow going, but the mobility hasn't been lost. After his prognosis she breathes a small sigh of relief, "Betta yet, guv. Me will come 'n see yeh again in a tenday. Prolly less." Then with a genuine soft smile in return, "Even ta jus' 'ave a quick cup o' tea 'n tha' chat me promised yeh." Without too much more preamble, Mynian gathers her things and heads out toward the core parts of Suzail to find the fastest couriers. |
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Post by ShadowCatJen on Aug 27, 2019 19:29:27 GMT -5
That same day, Mynian does return later and partakes of the stew as promised. She says her thanks to the various healers that watched over her during her stay, then finally takes off. She's last seen heading off to the center of town with a tall female red-headed warrior.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 1, 2019 8:08:22 GMT -5
Henrik arrives back at the House with a patient in poor health and gets the man settled in to the infirmary.
Afterwards, he leaves him to rest and goes about his regular duties.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 8, 2019 15:30:38 GMT -5
Following Lord Silverthorn's arrival at the House, Henrik devotes himself to keeping a close watch on the noble's now-stable health. His assessment has been given to the family who are staying at the House until the Lord is well enough to travel.
The healer has carried books downstairs and turned one of the tables into his desk so he can be nearby as he researches another problem that seems unrelated to the Silverthorns.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 22, 2019 7:32:05 GMT -5
The doors open in a hurry and Henrik returns to the House after his absence in the Stonelands, with Radoc close by him. They both vanish into the infirmary.
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Post by Warlord on Sept 22, 2019 11:01:07 GMT -5
Zelazadda lies in an incredibly debilitated state within the infirmary. She doesn't move much and has a hard time keeping liquids down when offered, often bringing it back up. The times she manages to sleep after a drink she can be seen battling in her sleep: twitching, spasming, and clenching her ever present warhammer. Skin almost has a pleasant turquoise hue on the rare occasion as patches on her body, dotting divine radiation of some sort or another, which fades off in time. Some scary moments are her breathing becoming too heavy and hurried, and she struggles deep down to regulate appropriately.
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Post by Sioladuil on Sept 22, 2019 15:43:17 GMT -5
Mara limps in to the House of Healing. She is cradling her abdomen in which there is stuck a shard of a broken blade. Through the use of staples and badly applied healing tools she seems to have stopped a lot of the bleeding... but she is still bleeding. She also has a row of staples up her right arm, her sleeve ripped open. She blinks through a swollen eye and shouts. Siph! I need you Siph! It happened again! She grumbles to herself and finds something to lean on while she waits for Siph to appear.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 22, 2019 16:22:57 GMT -5
Since he attended Zela and she did a startling backflip in the infirmary, Henrik speaks to Mynian and takes a brief walk with Radoc before returning.
Heading upstairs to his rest, he finds the couch and does his usual trick of face-planting in it.
Hearing Mara yelling downstairs for Siphanien, he groans softly and murmurs muffled into a cushion "No ..no, let her deal with it..if it's an emergency she knows where you are"
A few minutes later he has passed out into a deep sleep.
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Post by OIIO on Sept 22, 2019 19:44:45 GMT -5
In the middle of the night, Miravea, wearing a black-eye and swollen cheek, would push open the door quietly and start in. Partway through the door, she'd pause looking over all the others much more injured than she is. She'd lower her head and turn back out.
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Post by koffie on Sept 23, 2019 5:24:45 GMT -5
Mara limps in to the House of Healing. She is cradling her abdomen in which there is stuck a shard of a broken blade. Through the use of staples and badly applied healing tools she seems to have stopped a lot of the bleeding... but she is still bleeding. She also has a row of staples up her right arm, her sleeve ripped open. She blinks through a swollen eye and shouts. Siph! I need you Siph! It happened again! She grumbles to herself and finds something to lean on while she waits for Siph to appear.
koffie In the middle of the night, Miravea, wearing a black-eye and swollen cheek, would push open the door quietly and start in. Partway through the door, she'd pause looking over all the others much more injured than she is. She'd lower her head and turn back out.
"You look like a mess, grab some soup at the kitchen and i will be right with you."
After placing some of her supplies around the door, she walks towards Mara, placing a hand calmly on her shoulder.
"I know you like the way you operate and do not want to change that, but you know that it might be wiser to come here beforehand and to ask me with you so i can patch you up on location instead of bleeding out through the streets?".
She takes a small breath: "Come with me, lets's have a look at you."
Siphanien guides Mara towards the infirmary, knowing her equipment and enough supplies to take of the problem are there. |
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Post by OIIO on Sept 23, 2019 12:17:01 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry." She scoots out of the way.
After Siphanien speaks to her and continues through the door, Miravea watches a few moments before continuing back out the door and into Suzail's streets.
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Post by Sioladuil on Sept 23, 2019 13:42:29 GMT -5
Siphanien enters the building just after Miravea, hearing the commotion inside as she was unloading her Pack pony. Almost bumping into Miravea on the way in.
"You look like a mess, grab some soup at the kitchen and i will be right with you."
After placing some of her supplies around the door, she walks towards Mara, placing a hand calmly on her shoulder.
"I know you like the way you operate and do not want to change that, but you know that it might be wiser to come here beforehand and to ask me with you so i can patch you up on location instead of bleeding out through the streets?".
She takes a small breath: "Come with me, lets's have a look at you."
Siphanien guides Mara towards the infirmary, knowing her equipment and enough supplies to take of the problem are there. |
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Post by koffie on Sept 24, 2019 0:42:22 GMT -5
Siphanien enters the building just after Miravea, hearing the commotion inside as she was unloading her Pack pony. Almost bumping into Miravea on the way in.
"You look like a mess, grab some soup at the kitchen and i will be right with you."
After placing some of her supplies around the door, she walks towards Mara, placing a hand calmly on her shoulder.
"I know you like the way you operate and do not want to change that, but you know that it might be wiser to come here beforehand and to ask me with you so i can patch you up on location instead of bleeding out through the streets?".
She takes a small breath: "Come with me, lets's have a look at you."
Siphanien guides Mara towards the infirmary, knowing her equipment and enough supplies to take of the problem are there.
"You can lie down here for a bit, and please remove your garments more than enough so I can inspect your wounds.
What did you get into this time?
"As Mara lies down, she starts inspecting the wounds, giving a sigh at seeing the staples but ignores it. Then inpects the wound with the broken blade." And tell me, do you wish to be healed with a blessing or do you want to wear around bandages with pride? |
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Post by Sioladuil on Sept 24, 2019 13:46:03 GMT -5
Mara grumbles and cusses audibly when she loses her cigarette. She takes a swig from the flask offered. She cuts away her tunic, and removes the scraps of her pants and lays down in her underwear. She does this carefully as to not disturb the knife in her guts.
I was patrolling the Mistwood and I came across a group of Bandits with the shiney, shiney. And, well, I wanted it more than they did. I took a blade for my troubles! The loot was liberated though!
She chuckles and then winces from the pain, letting loose another flash of profanity.
She then lays back and lets Siph examine.
The stomach wound is not very deep. It looks worse than it is due to the location, but, it has not punctured anything major and it seems the blade shard is plugging the hole fairly well.
I am going to need a Robe after this. Otherwise I will be flashing all your patients and nobody needs to see that!
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Post by koffie on Sept 24, 2019 14:19:00 GMT -5
Mara grumbles and cusses audibly when she loses her cigarette. She takes a swig from the flask offered. She cuts away her tunic, and removes the scraps of her pants and lays down in her underwear. She does this carefully as to not disturb the knife in her guts.I was patrolling the Mistwood and I came across a group of Bandits with the shiney, shiney. And, well, I wanted it more than they did. I took a blade for my troubles! The loot was liberated though!She chuckles and then winces from the pain, letting loose another flash of profanity. She then lays back and lets Siph examine. The stomach wound is not very deep. It looks worse than it is due to the location, but, it has not punctured anything major and it seems the blade shard is plugging the hole fairly well.I am going to need a Robe after this. Otherwise I will be flashing all your patients and nobody needs to see that!
She takes out the broken blade out of the wound with her bare fingers, taking the amulet from her neck and holds it in her other hand, closing her eyes a moment.
Ilmater the Wise, Ilmater the Merciful, Ilmater the Enduring, hear my prayer.
I ask to endure,Share freely your divine strength.
In your name, I rise.
As she finishes her short prayer, a divine light can be seen at the wound as it closes up, some of the other wounds seem to heal up as well as a side effect.
She opens her eyes once more with a broad smile
"I understend you do not want me to pull me away from my duties here, but i can assure you i will say no if i i am too occupied in here, does that sound good to you?" |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 24, 2019 15:26:31 GMT -5
Somewhere at the back of the sprawling House, Henrik must be awake again as there is a strong scent of brewing herbs and other components. Balms, salves and healing potions are being produced.
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Post by koffie on Oct 3, 2019 1:17:40 GMT -5
Siphanien enters the House of healing, still partly wet of snow and places a note for Henrik to ask him to meet with her as soon as his schedule allows to discuss something
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 3, 2019 2:40:43 GMT -5
Siphanien enters the House of healing, still partly wet of snow and places a note for Henrik to ask him to meet with her as soon as his schedule allows to discuss something Henrik is, strangely, having a conversation with a fluffy messenger pigeon before he attaches a reply to its leg and releases it from an upper window to return to its owner. He is given her note and nods to himself, writing another response "This is a day of letters, it seems!" |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Oct 12, 2019 18:22:19 GMT -5
Upon returning to the House, Henrik sits alone in the counseling area with a wooden plate containing a blueberry muffin topped by a small, lit candle. He looks content and happy as he puffs out the flame, makes a silent wish and munches on the muffin - even sharing some with the house cat.
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