Littew Temper Tait-rum [February 3010] (Runa)
Oct 30, 2017 8:50:04 GMT -5
Post by Ceolmund on Oct 30, 2017 8:50:04 GMT -5
Ceolmund sat himself down on the edge of the bed beside Runa for a moment, reaching to brush her cheek tenderly. “You talk as if I have no skill in healing; how do you think we men survive out there on the plains months at a time?” His fingers moved lightly down the side of the woman's neck and then stopped, pressing upon her veins to check her pulse. “Your heart is beating too fast. And you are flushed. And I have not done a thing to make you that way.” He gave her a knowing look.
“Just because I leave it all to you when I am here does not mean I cannot sense something is off about you. He was peering into her eyes. Not drinking them in as he usually did; but inspecting, as if to see further into them. “Open your mouth,” he said, reaching to pinch her cheeks lightly and force her to do so, then peering inside. She did not have the look of illness about her. He placed the cloth back over her eyes.
Ceolmund stood up again, moving back to the fire to add larger logs now that the small blaze was steadily burning, then to the kitchen to dip a mug of water from the bucket upon the counter. He took it back to the bedroom. “You may sit up and drink this,” he offered, helping her rise and holding the cup near her lips for her. “Should I get you some herbs?” he asked, though he did not move to go for them, for he was at about the end of his healing capabilities and had no idea which she might need.
He settled himself back on the edge of the bed and leaned over to quickly unlace and kick his boots off while he spoke.
“I simply do not understand what is wrong, Runa. What are you trying to keep it from me? You were crying. I know you do not cry without reason, nor in public. You must trust me, and let me know, so I know best how to help you. If you are ill you must tell me, that I can go to your Mother and let her know. I cannot leave you here alone and unwell. Alone in this house...” His thoughts drifted back to Paega's earlier words. The child had been upset on the matter; and it seemed to Ceolmund that he himself was not any less.
“If you would have told me you were so ill I would not have taken you down to the horses today. It is well; even Paega would have understood. She does not want her Runa unwell.” He moved to feel her forehead again, as if a fever may have come in the past moments, and his face was grave.
“Just because I leave it all to you when I am here does not mean I cannot sense something is off about you. He was peering into her eyes. Not drinking them in as he usually did; but inspecting, as if to see further into them. “Open your mouth,” he said, reaching to pinch her cheeks lightly and force her to do so, then peering inside. She did not have the look of illness about her. He placed the cloth back over her eyes.
Ceolmund stood up again, moving back to the fire to add larger logs now that the small blaze was steadily burning, then to the kitchen to dip a mug of water from the bucket upon the counter. He took it back to the bedroom. “You may sit up and drink this,” he offered, helping her rise and holding the cup near her lips for her. “Should I get you some herbs?” he asked, though he did not move to go for them, for he was at about the end of his healing capabilities and had no idea which she might need.
He settled himself back on the edge of the bed and leaned over to quickly unlace and kick his boots off while he spoke.
“I simply do not understand what is wrong, Runa. What are you trying to keep it from me? You were crying. I know you do not cry without reason, nor in public. You must trust me, and let me know, so I know best how to help you. If you are ill you must tell me, that I can go to your Mother and let her know. I cannot leave you here alone and unwell. Alone in this house...” His thoughts drifted back to Paega's earlier words. The child had been upset on the matter; and it seemed to Ceolmund that he himself was not any less.
“If you would have told me you were so ill I would not have taken you down to the horses today. It is well; even Paega would have understood. She does not want her Runa unwell.” He moved to feel her forehead again, as if a fever may have come in the past moments, and his face was grave.