Knife and All (May 2994) - [Ceolmund]
Jan 31, 2018 14:43:46 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Jan 31, 2018 14:43:46 GMT -5
Ceolmund took the bottle and downed it quickly, Runa smiling at him all the while. He looked relieved already, and the spritely girl was happy to help, and once more filled with a love for healing that seemed to overtake her near daily since her birthday. Her mother had been right: working at the Hall was hardly what she had thought it would be; it was far better then she imagined.
“Y-you're-re g-going to b-b-be a g-good h-healer. Y-you ah-ah-are ah-all-already.”
“I hope so,” Runa said with a small giggle. “Mama’s the best, and I doubt I will ever be as good as her, but I can help.” Her mother knew answers for everything; she had not seen her once falter in thought for what to do in the two weeks she had worked under her. The other women came to her when they could not find or bother Oda with questions, and Hildred always had an answer there, too.
“We can leave that on for now,” she said, nodding to the wet bandage that Ceolmund had pressed against his elbow. “Hopefully the swelling goes down some. Maybe tonight when you go to bed you can do it, too. The more you do, the better it will feel.” And that, she presumed, he could hide from his mother.
They were done in the little office, and they both made their way back to the door. Ceolmund’s long strides got him there quicker, and he reached with his good arm to get and hold the door. “Oh, thank you!” The girl chirped as she passed out, hardly needing to duck to move below the tall teen’s arm.
“R-R-Rrrruna. Y-y-you d-don't mmmind th-the wa-way I s-s-sssspeak? I… wi-ww-wish I d-did n-not s-s-ssstu-stut-t-ter.”
Runa paused and turned, looking up at him with a thoughtful study in her blue eyes. “No,” she said simply and without hesitation. “Should it bother me?” It was clear from the question, though, it bothered him. Silently, she pondered the statement. That first day he had come to the Hall, Runa had noted that if he took a deep breath and centered himself, his words came easier. Perhaps such a skill could be taught. Even if it did not alleviate the stutter, it could help, and she would work her hardest to show her new friend that he had little to be ashamed of.
“Now come on,” the girl giggled, once more reaching for his hand. She immediately began hauling him back and away from the office and the little healing corner and toward the ring. “Let’s go watch Bear’s first day!”
“Y-you're-re g-going to b-b-be a g-good h-healer. Y-you ah-ah-are ah-all-already.”
“I hope so,” Runa said with a small giggle. “Mama’s the best, and I doubt I will ever be as good as her, but I can help.” Her mother knew answers for everything; she had not seen her once falter in thought for what to do in the two weeks she had worked under her. The other women came to her when they could not find or bother Oda with questions, and Hildred always had an answer there, too.
“We can leave that on for now,” she said, nodding to the wet bandage that Ceolmund had pressed against his elbow. “Hopefully the swelling goes down some. Maybe tonight when you go to bed you can do it, too. The more you do, the better it will feel.” And that, she presumed, he could hide from his mother.
They were done in the little office, and they both made their way back to the door. Ceolmund’s long strides got him there quicker, and he reached with his good arm to get and hold the door. “Oh, thank you!” The girl chirped as she passed out, hardly needing to duck to move below the tall teen’s arm.
“R-R-Rrrruna. Y-y-you d-don't mmmind th-the wa-way I s-s-sssspeak? I… wi-ww-wish I d-did n-not s-s-ssstu-stut-t-ter.”
Runa paused and turned, looking up at him with a thoughtful study in her blue eyes. “No,” she said simply and without hesitation. “Should it bother me?” It was clear from the question, though, it bothered him. Silently, she pondered the statement. That first day he had come to the Hall, Runa had noted that if he took a deep breath and centered himself, his words came easier. Perhaps such a skill could be taught. Even if it did not alleviate the stutter, it could help, and she would work her hardest to show her new friend that he had little to be ashamed of.
“Now come on,” the girl giggled, once more reaching for his hand. She immediately began hauling him back and away from the office and the little healing corner and toward the ring. “Let’s go watch Bear’s first day!”