Houses of Healing III

[Pele Alarion]

High up on the levels of the White City, near the Citadel Gate in the sixth circle there is a cluster of bigger and smaller buildings. These are the Houses of the Healing where the citizens and the visitors of Minas Tirith may find cure and treatment for their ailments.

The closest facility to the street is the reception – a short hallway from the entrance leads down to a room modestly furnished with a small table and several chairs made of the dark brown wood. There are some writing utensils and a piece of parchment on the table, as well as a small vase with flowers that adds a touch of quiet beauty and peace to the room. Also a couple of books are found on a shelf at the wall, within easy reach.

From the reception area the door leads to the rooms of treatment, where the patients are receiving the first necessary care. Each room contains a large table for treatment purposes, a bed, a couple of chairs and two smaller tables. There are shelves and cabinets along the walls, containing the healers’ equipment and medicines necessary for the work.

Not far from the Reception room there is a spacious study. A rather large round table stands in the midst of the room. Some writing utensils and parchments have found a resting place on it. The wall to the right of the door is completely covered with bookshelves filled with books holding the wealth of medical knowledge necessary for the deepened learning of the healers. From there the door leads further into the quarters of the healers and the storage rooms.

The patients in need of a longer treatment are housed in other buildings. The rooms are made as comfortable and cosy as possible, the windows allowing in the light and facing the surrounding gardens. Each bed is covered with fresh white linens and a pair of soft pillows is set upon it. The nightstand at the head of the bed has enough space for the most necessary things. A chair stands close to the bed for the needs of the attending staff or the visitors.

Around the Houses of Healing is a garden with the paths leading among the trees, herbs and flowerbeds. There are wooden benches here and there where patients can relax and allow the peace and calmness of the garden to soothe them. The garden lies close to the southward wall of the City, providing a beautiful view on the flats below, the Anduin flowing through it with the blue waters glittering in the sun, and the green woods of Southern Ithilien beyond it.



Houses of Healing staff
Master Healer: Pele Alarion
Healers: Linaiwe (Pele's character0, visiting healer: Seri Moss (Rillewen's character)
Nurses: Maeth (Rillewen's character), Rhoswyn (Ercassie's character)
Apprentices: Erynneth (Rillewen's character), Xyler (Rillewen's character), Aislin (Pele's character)
Various NPCs (for anyone’s use): Angelica (elderly head nurse), Delaramin (teenager employed as a runner/messenger), Miriel (“a most efficient looking woman” working at the reception with Ralph), Ralph (an elderly gentleman working at the reception with Miriel)

Locations

Reception
Treatment rooms
Recovery rooms
Garden
Healer quarters: healer rooms, apothecary, study, storage etc

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[Pele Alarion]

@Isolde Alarion

Master Healer Pele Alarion
Treatment Room with Amber
Late afternoon/evening - December 30

Pele let herself feel the waves of compassion for a while as she watched Amber weep and then look at the reality of circumstances. She did not say anything for a while, pondering over the young woman's outlook on life and considering if she had any additional options to offer.

"Look, dear heart," she eventually said gently. "While love might not seem like something that would get you and the child forward in life, yet circumstances can be adjusted. I think it might be harder if you had all the riches in the world and not a drop of love. I'd advise you not to make hasty decisions that you might regret; take the time to think."

However, she knew that mere words and theories would not go far in improving circumstances. "Amber, I think I might have offered you already at some point," she said again after a brief pause. "But we always need helpful hands here at the Houses of Healing, even with practical things. Perhaps you'd like to work here instead of trying to find all sorts of jobs and trying to make ends meet? The work might not be easy, but you could also get a room with a proper bed, good meals from our kitchen, and perhaps even find some good friends. Also, no one would harm you here, and if they did - woe to them. You could try this for a couple weeks at least and see if this is something you would like to settle for or use it as a temporary solution if you decide you prefer something else. And take this time to think of your own future, and that of the child. What do you say?"

Pele thought this might give Amber a bit of a footing, and... perhaps she'd get information on the girl's parents meanwhile. And perhaps the Houses would come by a good employee, if Amber chose to invest herself here.

[Rillewen]

Trainee Trastion Leithor
January 11th
Reporting for training

He'd waited a bit longer than he probably should have, but here he was, at last. Trastion had been here for treatment less than a week ago, and the rash on his face was still far too noticeable. But he was sticking to his story about poison ivy, and although Eryn had first questioned how he came into contact with the stuff during the winter, he'd given her some explanation that satisfied her.

Yesterday, he'd had a fright when that scaffold broke under him, but thankfully, he had heeded Arnyn's insistence on him using a rope. And later, while he was resting in his dorm, he'd thought about what else she had said she was expecting of him. And that was; that he should get his healer training completed soon. So, instead of waiting for an assignment to arrive to instruct him on when to go, he figured that he might as well take the initiative and follow his mentor's instructions. The captain would be away at the ship thing with the rest of them, but maybe Trastion would find another healer who would be able to give him some training in the basics of healing.

Walking in, he smiled as he approached the reception desk. "Good morning," He greeted whoever was there. "I'm here to begin some training in basic healing. Or, to sign up for it, or something.. I'm not sure how it works. Do I need to make an appointment, or can I start on it today, or what?" He asked. "And before you say it, I know that Healer/Captain Alarion is away right now." He added with a little grin. "I was told I should get my healing training started as soon as possible."

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn, replacing her attention from Malus Aldis,
to Trastion at reception. January 11th.

“I just know he enjoyed your company,” the Nurse assured the Undertaker.

“It’s nice to get to visit here for somebody who is aware of company,” Malus assured her, with a small grin. “He looked better today. Brighter.”

“You’re a kind lad,” Rhoswyn smiled, and offered the young man, a small pile of papers, filed in a leather casing so that their contents could not be read by any passer by. “I hope those help,” she nodded away the favour.

Despite his having grown and aged some several years now since he had first met the woman, still Malus threw both arms around his old friend, before accepting her most gracious gift. “I’ll get them back to you,” he promised.

“No rush,” he was assured for his own sake. “Just you go careful now. Don’t rush and fall or anything. That sweet wife of yours will be wanting you home in one piece.”

“Thanks, will. Of course,” the Undertaker stepped to depart and almost – almost – tripped over his own feet. Before glancing back to meet the woman’s eye with a rather sheepish expression. Rhos waved him off good naturedly but was still shaking her head, as she approached the Reception.


A young man with a prominent rash colouring his face was stood there, speaking to Miriel* so the Nurse decided there was no point in heading off, if she might only be called over shortly. She had just finished with her last errand and available to at the very least investigate this new patient. As she came over, the Receptionist (NPC* - see opening post) nodded at the Nurse and left the new arrival in her charge.

“You are here to enlist as an apprentice healer ?” Rhoswyn imagined, having overheard Trastion’s confusion. “Why don’t you start by telling me your name, and then we can talk about what experience or level you are coming to us at, while I take a look at that nasty rash ?” She indicated for him to follow her down the corridor toward a treatment room.

---

Dolûzor Solis, presenting as an Patient.
At Reception. January 1st.

The only way to gain access to the Sixth Circle of the city was to be already authorised to do so, or to accompany somebody else who was authorised to do so, or to be admitted to the Houses of Healing. Thankfully, the young man had an undeniable alibi; for his knuckles on one hand were undeniably swollen, the limp he had been rather exaggerating was based on the short span of time he had walked with one bare foot, and stepped on a series of small hard gravel. The bloodied cuff of his sleeve which he had severed and stowed into a pocket was a backup he was prepared to employ if necessary.

The problem he had found in fleeing from the scene of his crime was that he had started on the First Level, and ascended rather than head straight for the obvious exit. At the time, he had believed it would make him look less suspicious. But now, he was hoping that he might simply wait out whatever hue and cry remained. This was as far as he could journey without departing the city. And since he – technically – was injured, it seemed a reasonable plan to have his hand seen to, while he was waiting for a chance to leave. Not only would any fuss die down, surely, but he would be better prepared to fight his way out if that was required.


It was only when he had walked into the Reception area that he remembered there was another cause for him to have come here. And that made him almost cocky enough to convince himself he’d always planned to head here. At the very least, it was keeping a plan on track. Faced with a rather elderly gentleman, Doluzor glanced Ralph* up and down, twice, before resolving himself to his missive. “Got sent up here by my new boss,” he explained, and held out the afflicted hand which was by now bruising to a fine shade of purple. “Missed my mark with the tool and smashed my hand instead. It hurts,” he concluded.

The Receptionist (NPC* - see opening post) pushed his spectacles somewhat further down his nose and took the Umbarian’s hand as though he was accepting him in marriage. “Can you write ?” he asked, for what sounded like it might have been the hundredth time he’d asked that very question. “With your injury,” he then added. Because apparently asking the same questions countless times to countless patients, had taught him to anticipate an indignant response, if not the wisdom to include that factor in his initial question.


“Can’t promise it will be neat,” the patient gave due warning. Taking back his hand with a wince, after the man had turned it over for a closer look. “I usually write with the other,” he explained. But took the prepared parchment and writing utensils which were offered.

“I’ll find out which healer is available,” the elderly employee supposed. And indicated an efficient looking woman close by. “Let her know if you need any help in the meantime,” he instructed the patient. And then started off so slowly that the younger man to wonder quite how long a ‘meantime’ might be, when his message was being conveyed at such a snail’s speed.

[Rillewen]

Trainee Trastion Leithor
January 11th
Reporting for training

No sooner had he finished speaking, than a lady approached and asked for clarification on his intention here. Trastion turned to this new arrival. Was this a healer that he had not met before? He wouldn't be surprised, since he didn't figure he'd met every healer in this place, despite the frequency with which he seemed to find himself here.

He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious when the lady suggested that she take a look at his rash, and one hand came up as if to cover it. Instead, he found himself resisting the urge to scratch it, and swiftly brought his hand back down. "Oh, um.. I've already seen a healer about that," He explained. "Healer Linaiwe gave me some ointment, and... believe it or not, it's actually much better than it was." He gave a small shrug, ran a hand through his hair, and proceeded to follow along after her. At least, it no longer had redness spreading across his face and neck, like it had that first day. But the place on the side of his face, where the lady had touched him, was still red and blistery. And itchy.

"I'm not here to become an apprentice," He clarified. "I'm a ranger, well.. trainee, and I'm told that I have to get in some training here, learning healing basics or something like that? So, my mentor told me to get started on this part of my training." He shrugged. "So, here I am." And then he remembered that he had still yet to give his name. "Trastion Leithor, by the way. I uh... I reckon my experience level would be.. just a little over zero, but not quite one? I mean, I know what to do if I get a minor scrape or something, and I know.. a few things, but not much more.. you know? I guess.. kinda the basic sort of thing that everyone probably knows."

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn - Basic Healing Training for Trastion.
Progressing to a Treatment room. January 11th.

Experience had made her something of a sceptic, particularly when it came to people dismissing attention from their medical requirements. Which was the most ridiculous thing that the Nurse could imagine a person ought to downplay. Given that their quality of life, if not their life at all, was at stake. At least the young man had mentioned a healer by name, which did support that he had at least seen someone about his malady. How diligent he’d been since then of course, was not so easy to confirm

“It is better than it was, thanks to the ointment which you were given ?” she sought for clarification. “Or you feel that is better enough now, so you have decided of your own accord to stop administering the ointment which you were given ?” The enquiries were made once he had obliged in following her away from the main reception, and Rhoswyn felt that he might be prone towards more honesty, if necessary. But he did not change his story, so she let her mouth fall into a small line of acceptance. His rash certainly did not look like any of the common skin ailments which she was most familiar with. And few should appear so antagonistic, if they were responding to treatment. Perhaps they would need to review the ointment ..


“Another Ranger,” she acknowledged his explanation, closing the door behind her as one hand directed Trastion toward a seat on the waiting bed. It was impossible to know if the Nurse was relieved or resolute thanks to the news of his rank. Although she did raise one eyebrow at the reference to his coming here for ‘something like that’.

“Well, Trastion Leithor. I am Rhoswyn, a nurse who has had a hand in working here for the last twenty years or so.” If he were in fact truly a Ranger, then there was no need to let him know that the Masterhealer was away, and that had meant some shift covering changes amongst the staff. He would have to make do with her, and she was not the sort of woman to apologise for that. “The sort of training we provide to a Ranger is of course very different to the sort of training which would be offered to an apprentice healer. The main difference being that the sorts of injuries which you will likely face shall be probably out in the field, sometimes with very little time, a potentially hostile environment and maybe no assistance to work with. While the patients we tend to here, as your rash shall no doubt allow you to testify, can include sickness and long-term conditions and hurts which are unfortunately no less important. Healers here can work in a far more hygienic environment with every possible resource that we can ready, so there is of course some overlap, where injuries a Ranger may do his or her best to manage out in the field, will later be further tended to here. Particularly trauma-induced surgeries. And the Houses of Healing can provide the means for proper recovery and long term rehabilitation.”


It was an awful lot of information to drop on a young man at one sitting, and she had only just begun. But Rhos did not do things by halves. If anything the fact that a nurse would not normally train any other sort of potential healer, save for a less experienced nurse, meant only that she was more likely to be thorough.

The same eyebrow took flight as before when Trastion played very vague with his account of knowing ‘kinda the basic sort of thing that everybody knows’. She could not help scrutinising the state of his undeniable blemish, and was already considering that if he had been tended here, by Linaiwe, he must have a medical history filed away somewhere. But what the Nurse said aloud was, “It is my experience that what a Ranger calls a ‘scrape’ may in fact be something far more serious in the eyes of a healer. But let us be specific. Can you tell me three examples of different maladies that a Ranger might be confronted with treating, whilst going about their job ? There is no right or wrong answer," she hastened to add, rather more softly. "I am just looking for your understanding of why you think it is important that a Ranger requires any level of healing training. More specific than what the average person might find it useful to know.”

[Rillewen]

Trainee Trastion Leithor
January 11th
Reporting for training

Trastion had to pause to hear the full question before answering, "It's getting better since I've been putting the cream on every time it starts itching more. And before I go to bed. And when I wake up." He was getting a bit tired of this horrible rash. It was likely the worst he'd ever had, so whatever that lady had put her hand into, it must have been really strong alcohol or something. But he didn't comment further on it, hoping the matter would be dropped.

Fortunately, she moved on to explaining about the process of his training, and introduced herself as Rhoswyn. Trastion nodded slightly as he listened to all that she said. He had to smile slightly when she mentioned that rangers often made light of their scrapes. He took a moment to think for three examples. "Could get stabbed by an enemy. Or shot with an arrow. Or, cut by a blade." He decided to neglect mentioning that he had recently suffered that one, himself. "Is that the sort of examples you mean?"

[Isolde Alarion]

Amber with Master Healer Pele Alarion
Treatment room
Late afternoon/evening - December 30
@Pele Alarion

Amber sat waiting on the bed, still at the conclusion that she had to give up the child. Her fingers wringing with anxiety. Sad, tear filled eyes looked up at her as she told her to take the time to think. It was hard to do but she would try. She slowly nodded her head. She wasn't sure it would change her outcome but she would try.

Then the Healer recommended something that caused her brows to furrow in thought and understanding. She took a moment to think over all that was offered. It wasn't a bad offer. Room, board and perhaps a life worthy of the child she carried. She cast a look around the room. The house of healing was clean, warm and most importantly safe for both her and the child. It offered her something she'd not had in a long time, a future.

She looked back at the Healer. "I, I think I'd like to try it." There was the smallest glimmer of hope in her amber eyes.

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn. Basic Healer training with Trastion.
Treatment room. January 11th.

“Well, yes,” the Nurse accepted the brief examples which the Trainee had offered. “Every type of career choice will involve certain occupational hazards of course. But the work of a Ranger does present a far higher probability of your meeting physical injuries in the face of combat especially. You may have to treat your own injuries, or those of a comrade. Perhaps you will be called upon to assist civilians who you come across in the course of your work, who have been hurt or suffered some other affliction they can not manage alone. And then there are the less obvious but still significant sorts of things which your particular vocation does put you more at risk of encountering.” Rhoswyn considered the young man, seeking for hints of his interest in the subject matter. He had proven vague and hesitant thus far. But that might yet be a lack of confidence, on day one of this training. Taking a seat herself beside the bed, she decided to elaborate, and hoped that she might yet find the means to encourage him to do the same, as they continued.

“I have known Rangers who had fallen into camp fires, or been attacked by wild animals,” she shared, with the teasing half smile which invited him to recognise such antics, or at the least reflect on a broader range of situations. “The chances of misidentifying foods that you may look to for survival in the wild can end in unfortunate poisoning, and then of course there is the more mental side of a person’s wellbeing; from enduring all of the sights and experiences which can all leave their toll. Shock, exhaustion, and the trauma of resolving the sorts of threats which it is your job is to protect the average person from. And all of that, whilst of course you shall not always have to hand the specific tools which a healer would have access to here, in order to do what must be done.”


There was, as she had referenced, some difference in training healers as opposed to Rangers in the arts of first aid. But there was also a mutual sort of hardship which came to anyone accepting that sort of responsibility. “Sometimes it may be down to you to make very hard decisions,” the Nurse felt it was only fair to warn him. And if this was not exactly ‘news’ to the young man, it could not hurt (she believed) to serve a reminder. “Decisions such as who ought to be treated first, when every moment can make the difference. Decisions such as who can not be saved. These choices can mean life or death, especially when time or resources are limited. They can affect the entire outcome of whatever mission you are undertaking at the time. As a trainee you may not have thought much yet upon what eventual specialty you might wish to focus upon in your career. Yantyar, I believe, is the speciality of Ranger who elect to study the arts of healing and supplies and strategizing on a far more intensive level than their colleagues. Your Captain, and our Masterhealer, for a one,” she smiled. For if ever there was an example of how the Healing and Ranger professions go hand in hand, it was Pele Alarion.

“Clearly though, every single Ranger must have at least the foreknowledge to take the best care of themselves and those who come into their care during the course of their duty. You will need to recognise symptoms and know when it is imperative to intervene. For your own sake, and that of others. You will have to consider that not all patients will always make that easy for you to do.” There was certainly a trend for Rangers to number amongst some of the most stubborn or dismissive patients that Rhoswyn had ever had to treat. They were almost as difficult as healers, to manage, when they came to be in need !


“So,” she clasped her hands together in her lap and leaned back in her seat. Moving away from an instinctive want to investigate the Trainee’s own, rather evident, affliction; at least for now. “Let us go back to your personal grasp of dealing with healing matters, Trastion. Can you please give me three examples of specific medical circumstances which you have endured, or witnessed, or even simply heard about, so far, in your time as a Ranger? It can be as simple as bruises and sprains earned upon the training grounds, or as complex as you like. I would like to know how you dealt with those, given your existing knowledge of healing. Or how and why you think another person who dealt with them, did so in the manner that they chose.”

She did not prompt him toward the rather recent fire at the Barracks for, as a Trainee, he might not have been around at the time. Although the extensive quota of burns and smoke inhalation involved would have been of course, an excellent example of the sorts of emergency medical experience he had witnessed or dealt with in his time as a Ranger.

[Rillewen]

Trainee Trastion Leithor
January 11th
Reporting for training

"Ah.." Trastion realized that she had been asking for a bit more specific examples of things that he may have already encountered, so far. Or that he knew of. He'd had plenty of incidents himself, so far, so it didn't take a great deal of thinking to come up with three examples. "Well, I got a pretty bad concussion a few months ago," He began, frowning a bit. He was pretty sure he hadn't met this nurse then, but he did remember Cali's mom coming to check on him now and then. "As I recall, the treatment was mostly.. getting lots of rest and keeping the lights dimmed. They checked on me a lot and kept making sure that I was well," He frowned as he tried to remember. "Sorry.. I don't remember enough about that period of time to remember all of the treatment." He apologized.

"Then.. there was the fire," He went on. "I mean, lots of people ended up with breathing problems from all the smoke, myself included.." He recalled. "This place was sort of overrun with smoke and burn patients. But I remember that Eryn told me to drink a lot of water and take deep breaths of clean air. Oh, and tea, I think." He paused. "I don't think I asked what was in it, but it seemed to help." He was wondering whether he should have been paying more attention to that stuff, because he hadn't realized he would be tested on it months later.

"Um.. and Cali," He continued, "Cali got bitten by a huge wolf, so.. that's a good example of a civilian getting hurt, I guess? And also someone getting attacked by wild animals. Oh, Arnyn also got bitten... so, we all came here at the same time. But.. well, I wasn't really there when they treated, so I don't know what they did, exactly," He frowned. "But, I'd imagine that they probably cleaned the wounds, maybe did some stitches if necessary.. um, put some salve or something on it, and then bandaged it." He shrugged. It seemed about right, anyway. Then, frowning, he added, "And.. the same day, Mourgan got stabbed." He added quietly. "I.. I wanted to try to help him, but I didn't know what to do. So, I went to find someone else who might know, only when I got back, someone else had got there and was helping him. He's alright now," He added hastily. "but.. I felt bad that I didn't know what to do."

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn. Basic Healer training with Trastion.
Treatment room. January 11th.

There was no clear indication that the Trainee had been listening to any of what she had been outlining. No reaction or questions were ventured from him in response. The odds of this particular Ranger seeking out a Yantyar specialty seemed rather small. But perhaps the recent concussion and persisting rash were affecting his performance. Maybe she was simply not wording her questions in a way that he knew how to answer them.

He ‘didn’t remember’, ‘didn’t think he had asked’, ‘don’t know what they did exactly’. And he did not try any supposings of the reasoning of healers involved in the approaches he'd cited. Rhos did not frown, externally, but decided it might be worth reining in the enthusiasm: hers, that was. She had yet to observe much in the way of engagement from the young man. It seemed she was not managing to catch his interest, but then very few Rangers enlisted so that they could play healer. She could hardly blame him for that.


“If you don’t know what to do, the very best thing that you can do is absolutely to find somebody more qualified, rather than waste time or exhibit panic,” she tried to console him at the least, when Trastion admitted he had felt helpless. “Although, it is also then worthwhile staying to help and watch and learn from what was done for the patient. So you will know for next time. Turn your inexperience into an educational experience.”

He had certainly seen his share, even for a Trainee, given his listed examples. “I’m surprised I haven’t seen you here before,” she allowed, although of course she had heard about at least two of the three incidents he had named. “It seems that you have been a patient yourself at least as often as you have been asked to pay heed to other patients.” And yet he had no real thoughts or reflection to offer in regard to any of those examples. So much for her hopes of using his real life memories to highlight quite what he had learnt from any of the circumstances. She was about to ask if he had ever had cause to stitch or clean a wound before but, ultimately, decided to try another approach.


“Why do you think it would have been important for the healer to clean the wounds inflicted during an animal attack ?” she tried a prompt, trying to prise some elaboration out of his own offerings. “Can you tell me what you imagine might have happened if they did not clean the wound ? And what is one purpose of bandaging, in your own words ?”

Rhoswyn was really playing to basics now but, given that she did not usually train Rangers, was forced to accept she may have jumped in with too much too soon. Most of the apprentice nurses came to her with an already established interest or some background knowledge. The young man’s accounting had been vague and she had assumed the usual downplaying in modesty. But once Trastion had been allowed time enough to venture his opinion, the Nurse gently dared a little further into their lesson. And hopefully his most recent answers would be helpful as inspiration for the next ones.


“Alright and, considering that a Ranger can not carry around with them all of the tools and medicines that we have available here; can you tell me what you think would be in a Ranger’s basic kit that would be useful to you in a medical emergency ?” The Nurse eyed her parchment on the small table but did not seize it up, for she had no wish to appear she was taking notes on his progress. It would likely only make the Trainee more unhappy or nervous about being here.

[Rillewen]

Trainee Trastion Leithor
January 11th
Reporting for training

Trastion hadn't quite expected to start into the lesson right away, but he realized by this point that was exactly what was happening. He tried to pay attention, therefore, but so far it seemed more like he was being tested on something he hadn't had a chance to study for. Which, in a way, reminded him a bit too much of home, when he was younger and had to study history, arithmetic, Sindarin, and all those other dull subjects he'd had to spend hours studying. His teachers had often despaired of ever getting him to properly pay attention to anything.

Just like in those times, Trastion found his gaze straying toward the window, though he was really trying to pay attention to all the nurse lady was saying. He did hear all that she said, even if he was busy watching a bird on a tree outside, scrounging for something to eat, which he figured was difficult, this time of the year.

He turned back to face Rhoswyn after a moment, when she said that he had done the right thing, although maybe he should've stuck around to watch and learn what to do. "Well.. there was a lot going on." He decided not to tell the story about how Arnyn had fought the giant wolf, since Rhoswyn did not seem the type of lady who would appreciate such a tale. As for her comment that it was surprising she hadn't seen him here before, he shrugged. "I usually see healer Linaiwe," He explained. "And yeah... I have spent some time here as a patient, unfortunately." He added, a bit awkward to admit it.

As she asked about why it was important to clean the wounds of animal bites, he was relieved to have a question that he actually knew the answer to. "That's so the wounds won't get infected," He answered easily. "Because animals can carry diseases, and their mouths aren't very clean. And if you don't clean a bite wound, it can get infected, which if obviously really bad. Because infected wounds can get worse."

That was about the extent of his knowledge on that, but at least he felt that he'd answered it sufficiently. As for the next question, he took a moment to consider the sort of things that should be in a basic kit, and he considered the sort of things he'd carried when he was traveling. "Bandages, of course.. uh, salve, ointment, soap." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to think if he'd missed anything. "Healing herbs, and um, maybe a washrag, to clean wounds with." He couldn't think of anything else he'd put in his own kit, when he left home, so that seemed complete.

[Arnyn]

@Rillewen

Macardil
January 2nd, late afternoon
Garden

The day had surely taken a very unexpected turn. When he had awoken that morning, Macardil never would have guessed that he would find himself at the Houses of Healing not once, but twice this very day. The fingers of his left hand were twirling around a small object in his pocket even as he took slow, long strides through the gardens. The gate out from the side street had been open. As it usually was. By now, Macardil knew exactly where the door was which he wanted to find.

For he was not sure whether he would still be allowed inside at this time; with darkness falling and evening looming. Thankfully, he encountered no one upon the garden paths, and soon enough he stood before the door that lead from his best friend's room out to the peaceful garden meant to promote the latter's feeling of 'wellness' during his stay.

Macardil's fingers closed tightly around the ring. And he knocked.

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn. Basic Healer training with Trastion.
Treatment room. January 11th.

She was losing him. The glancing out of the window, the nonchalant shrug. Rhoswyn was relieved when Trastion was able to offer her a thoughtful answer to her question about animal bites. And the manner with which the Trainee delivered his response was far more confident now; the young man himself appearing far more focused. Although he did not try even a guess at what might be the use of bandages, it was evident that he knew they were important. For the Ranger did include them in his listed suggestion of useful basic tools.

“A lot of the means you may make use of to perform healing tasks in the field, you can sometimes actually locate in your surroundings if you know where to look. But a knife and twine are often found in regular Ranger gear and can be made use of for healing, in addition to their more trdaitional functions. And yes, you are right. Any means of keeping wounds clean is very important, to limit the risk of infection in particular. We can speak about that in more depth if you are happy to come in again.”


Rising from her seat, the Nurse smiled and gestured that the Ranger was free to ready for escape. “You have given me a fair understanding of what level you are starting at, in healing, Trastion,” she awarded him honestly. For their brief consultation had made clear a lot of things which she could keep in mind, if he came back for training. “I hope that I have given you something to think about, with regard to why a Ranger undergoes healing training at all, and the sorts of circumstances you might face, in a medical capacity, as opposed to what a traditional healer working here is likely to encounter. If you and your Mentor are happy to proceed with my helping you in this, do speak to the Receptionist on your way out and ask them to book you in on the next date when you are available that fits my schedule.”

She waited for the realisation to sink in, that he was being granted leave to … leave. And then halted him with a teaser of what he might expect on his return. “If you come back, we can explore some herbs in a more hands-on exercise, get you used to the most common ones we use, so that you can identify them, and feel competent in using them to their potential. We will also look at some of the different types of bandages and other basic healing ‘kit’ which you may not be familiar with. And see how we go from there.”


Perhaps the more practical application of work would be more inspiring and able to hold the young man’s attention, than simply being talked at. “I would like you to find out, if you can, what ingredients are in the salve which Healer Linaiwe has already prescribed for you," she threw in, almost as an afterthought. "So that you can understand how it is healing you,” she smiled in the explaining.

Call it professional curiosity, but the nurse had already decided to take a look at Trastion’s medical notes that would be filed somewhere in their archives here. Since it would be nothing but effective to simultaneously review his skin’s recovery while they were meeting on a training matter anyway. The door to the treatment door yawned open to provide the Ranger's exit.

[Rillewen]

Trainee Trastion Leithor
January 11th
Reporting for training

"Oh.. yeah." Trastion felt a bit silly for not including a knife and string. Those were parts of his gear that were not part of his wound kit, so he hadn't mentioned those. "Well, obviously, a ranger would have a knife. And string.." He explained. "I just didn't think it was necessary to say that, since it wouldn't be in the medical kit, but rather.. with other gear." He wasn't even sure if that had been a criticism, actually. "Oh, and a kit should have needle and thread, too," He suddenly remembered a bit more that he had left out, remembering how Eryn had asked Linaiwe about stitching his arm, when he had that lamp shard in it.

He was slightly confused that she said 'if you are happy to come in again' and 'if they would proceed'. He wasn't quite sure if she realized that it was.. well, compulsory might be the right word? But he decided not to mention that the training was required. He didn't want the lady to feel like he was opposed to being here. It was a good idea to learn this stuff, he knew. More than just the things he'd learned from all the injuries he'd accumulated for himself over the years.

"Yes, ma'am," He answered, when she said she hoped she'd given him something to think about. He would talk to the receptionist. Fortunately, Arnyn had written up the schedule she wanted him to follow, so he could look and see what day he was available to begin. "Thank you," He added, feeling that maybe Nurse Rhoswyn had taken time from her own busy schedule to do this. As he started to take a step toward the door, she spoke of exploring herbs. And a more hands-on sort of lesson. That sounded far more interesting than this! He smiled. "That sounds excellent." He did feel like he had a fair knowledge of herbs, so he hoped to do well in that regard. Bandages, maybe not.

He stopped at the door then, when she asked him to find out what ingredients were in the salve. He smiled at that, for he didn't have to 'try to find out'. "The salve has chamomile, jewelweed, witch hazel, oil, water, and wax." He informed her. "Healer Linaiwe made it for me." By now, he knew the ingredients on that jar well. And, assuming that Linaiwe had used the same ingredients that were listed on the jar, then he knew exactly what was in it. With a little nod, he prepared to take his leave. "Good afternoon, ma'am. I'll let the receptionist know when I have an opening in my schedule." He promised, then left. Before she could stop him again.

As he made his way to the receptionist desk, Trastion dug into his pocket to pull out the paper with his schedule on it, and scanned over it for the first open slot that he had. It looked as if it might be a week before he would have the time to properly devote to this, alas. He hoped that the nurse wouldn't think that he was putting it off. After he'd spoken with the people at the reception desk, and had made his appointment for the nineteenth, he exited the houses of healing, to return in about a week's time.

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@Arnyn

Hal Veranis
Jan 2, late afternoon
A recovery room

It was too cold for him to go walking outside very much, yet. Hal got chilled easily, but hopefully as he began to return to his proper weight, he would be less susceptible to extreme temperatures. He was trying his best not to be impatient, as Nurse Rhoswyn's warnings had made him realize how careful he needed to be in his recovery. At least, in regard to his diet. When it came to his exercise, he couldn't help but continue to practice walking.

That's what he was doing when a knock came at the door which led to the garden. Hal stopped his pacing and turned, surprised. He wasn't expecting anyone to come this late, after visiting hours were over. And he tensed, starting at the door for a moment before curiosity drove him to look out of the window. When he saw who stood there, he was surprised to see Macardil, for a second time that day, but he didn't hesitate to invite him inside. "Come in," he urged, waiting until Macardil had come inside before shutting the door after him, to shut out the cold and the wind. "What's going on?" He wondered. "Is everything alright?" He couldn't imagine what was so important to bring him here this late in the afternoon, but a part of him hoped that maybe, he had found some clue that would lead them to finding one of his daughters.

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn.
After some Basic Healer training chat with Trastion.
Treatment room. January 11th.

It seemed that no sooner had Rhoswyn expressed that she had ascertained a fair assessment of the Ranger Trainee, then Trastion recalled himself and there was suddenly a lot less ‘well I don’t know’s and a lot more ‘thankyou, Ma’am’s. The Nurse watched the young man leave, and was washed back into her chair by a sense of almost disbelief. Had he been holding back ? Had she in fact gauged a less than accurate first impression ?

There had been almost excitement, from him !, about their first assignment, and a very informed answer to what she had chanced on an off the cuff remark about his salve. A remark that she had not really imagined he’d even take much heed of. But she was glad that he had ! Now she could incorporate the likes of chamomile and witch hazel into their herb lesson and he might be all the more interested, since he was effectively benefitting from their properties already !


On the other hand, she was certainly going to have to ask some of the other staff for advice on training Rangers. She had felt sure that she had asked Trastion what out of his usual kit could be used for healing, and he had come back to her with a confusion that he hadn’t thought about mentioning a knife as it would have been in his other gear rather than his ‘medical kit.’ Oh dear, she was obviously not very good at expressing her questions ! She would have to work on that.

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Dolûzor Solis, less than thrilled to see Thorley Darthor and his daughter Diona.
Leaving / Entering Reception. Jan 1st.

As Ralph* took his sweet time in seeking out a healer, Dolûzor turned to consider the other Receptionist. “Do you think that you could .. help … me ?” he put to her, turning the suggestion of the woman’s colleague into a whole other line of thought. The Umbarian never got to learn, though, whether Miriel* would succumb to his charms. Not because more healing staff had hastened to the scene. But because more patients had made short work of the door and looked to usurp every attention in the room.


It was, officially, just the one patient; a young woman. Although she seemed smaller, childlike, caught up in a sheet of bedding, bourne within her father’s arms. If it were possible the man appeared as ill of health though, maybe worse. For Thorley’s face was unnaturally pale, his eyes glazed as though he could not see for all that he was looking around. Words faltered over the course of finding voice, and his gait was clearly off centred. There was no doubt that he had made some urgent haste with his precious burden, all the way up from the First Circle, and seemed now about ready to collapse. Still, as porters and staff rushed to assist him and ease his daughter out of his shaking arms, the Guard held resolute to his desperate cause. As though he did not trust a single one with the thing he treasured most in the world. Even while he had come here to beg for their help. Because for maybe the first time in his life, the Guard had no notion what to do. There were no rules or regulations, no protocols that would improve this situation. There was only the evident terror that he might lose her. That he maybe already had.

“She .. she’s bleeding. She’s hurt,” was all that he could manage. And as he sank down to both knees, Diona’s head drooped back against his grasp. Her tangled blanket bloody, her face wan. Her long dark hair streamed in messy tendrils like dried seaweed. Her usual smile and frequent laugh but distant memories, difficult to apply to her current condition. “Please. Help,” her father uttered, head dropping so that he could lay his lips upon her brow. He who never asked for anything. He who always had an answer, he who always knew just what to do in any situation. Who failed to be moved by the most ardent pleas of gate crossers, or the most elaborate excuses of criminals …
He needed help now. She needed help and he needed her.




The Umbarian stared, wet his lips in a moment of stark panic all his own, and then glanced about him, as all and sundry rushed with fixed focus upon the … distraction … Doluzor’s jaw found a smile as he stepped first out of their way, then tentatively backwards, as though the emergency was a dread beast he was gingerly backing away from. Since he was in fact the cause of the girl’s injuries, and the chances of her finding her way here, now … would be enough to strike the man to an awe, .. even if the reminder were served. Loose ends. He’d thought her dealt with and come to manage the other. But it seemed that, as usual, nothing had gone quite to plan. He would take care of the other first. While everyone was busy. If he was remotely fortunate, the girl might still die, she looked like she might in fact be dead, for all her evident parent’s denial.

Yes. He would see off the one he had come here for, and then see if this little problem still needed his notice, after all of the excitement surrounding the girl had died down.


The parchment he had not yet filled in tumbled from his opened grasp, and the ink pot was turned on its head so that ink spilt across the floor. Something else for some staff member to attend to. One less set of eyes that might find him … in time. The quill he stowed in his torn pocket, out of habit to take what ever he found that was not nailed down, and then turned to face the door in the very moment that he would have backed into it. Strolling down the softly scented corridors thenafter, he cradled his swollen hand in the other, and tried as subtle a glance as he could manage into any new room that was accessible along his route. Until his whistle poised on his lips as the latest door closed behind him. As he observed a man whom he had seen before, in the inn at Imloth melui. A man he had been told to find .. and see forever lost. But the man was not here alone.

“They sent me to get help !” he threw out the lie without hesitation, and stumbled into a small rush toward the pair. “Someone just arrived in reception. It looks bad. Are you a healer ? My hand is .. oh, but the girl in Reception. She’s bad hurt. Way worse than myself. I think .. she might die ..” He waited for their any reaction. If they did not buy that story ... he had others.

[Rillewen]

@Ercassie @Arnyn

Hal Veranis
Around noon, Jan 1st

The sun was bright today, and it wasn’t as cold as it had been the past couple of days. Regardless, Hal dressed warmly, grateful that the houses of healing staff provided extra clothing for those who may need it. Such as himself. Since being told he should stay here, but that he was free to walk in the garden if he liked, Hal had decided that he would indeed spend some time outside each day, even if it was cold. Of course, the nurse would not allow him to go out on his own, for fear that he might collapse or something. Hal could understand her concerns, although he wasn’t really sure how necessary it was. Whatever… at least Macardil was considered a ‘suitable escort’ for him, and so when his friend came to visit as he did each day, Hal was happy for a chance to get outside to get some fresh air.

It was easy to tell, as he looked around, that the gardens would be prettier once spring had come. But it was nice enough, even now in the middle of winter. His steps were slow as he and his friend set off along the path. Hal took his time; both because he could only move so fast right now, but also so that he could enjoy his time outside, and breathe in the fresh air, despite how crisp that air might be.

But they had hardly gone far from his room before their walk was interrupted by a stranger rushing up to them, asking for help for a girl in reception. Hal frowned with concern about this girl who may die. After all.. he was a father of two daughters, and he knew what it was like to lose his child, and he would never wish that upon anyone. "I'm sure there are plenty of healers inside, did you try there?" He offered a helpful suggestion, for a healer was sure to be far more helpful to the girl than either himself or Macardil.

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@Ercassie

Trainee Trastion Leithor
Jan 19th - Basic Medical Training

Trastion was moving a little stiffly as he walked into the reception today. He was hoping it wasn't too noticeable, but his right leg had been feeling tense all day, and his hip was sore, and his neck felt a bit tense, too. This was really not turning out to be a good week for him, he thought with an inward sigh.

With a smile, he approached the reception desk, figuring he needed to check in. After talking with one of those running the desk, he was instructed toward one of the rooms where he could find Nurse Rhoswyn. Since Arnyn was away at sea, he hadn't been able to even ask if she had any objection about the nurse being the one to train him, so he simply assumed that there was no problem. So, here he was. He knocked on the door and hoped he wouldn't be interrupting any patient's treatment.

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen @Arnyn

Dolûzor Solis, finding what he came for
In the Herbal garden. Jan 1st.

In the space of time it took for the two men to pick up what he was telling them, Dolûzor had stunned into observing the pair. Definitely his target; .. the emaciated one. Nâluthor had suggested that if the Nobleman was as ill as he ought to be, he would have to seek out the Houses of Healing at some point. What luck ! What .. strange luck indeed. For although the Umbarian had only really seen the man’s attendant before from behind .. it was almost certainly the same fellow. Dolûzor had approached them from behind here, now, as well. But this time he got to observe them both up close.

He had seen Halberion with the dressmaker in the Lossarnach inn. Seen and overheard, from his secluded corner before disembarking. So he was not worried about being recognised himself. But this other .. was his persistent companion. Not a healer .. presumably. For the older man suggested that such staff would be located .. back where the ‘messenger’ had just come from.


“Didn’t see any,” the Umbarian admitted, perhaps the only truth he had spoken thus far today. “Just some old man at reception. He started off to find a professional but he was moving about as fast as a tortoise. I was waiting to see a healer myself.” He raised his swollen hand as alibi, and then glanced back over one shoulder, toward the way he had come. To check whether anyone was likely to interrupt them. “Can’t say I wasn’t sorry to step away from .. that, though,” Dolûzor swallowed uncomfortably. “I’ve never seen so much blood before,” he lied again. And sat down on a small wall as though he might otherwise fall down.

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@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn.
Expecting more Basic Healer training with Ranger Trastion.
Treatment room. January 19th.

The knock at the door, .. she had expected. The Ranger Trainee himself .. yes. Expected. The Nurse knew better this time than to expect she knew what she was dealing with here. But still, when she was treated to the sight of the young man who entered .. Rhoswyn was too astounded to even sigh.

“Trastion Leithor,” she at least remembered his name. And one hand gestured for the young man to enter, proper, and make himself comfortable – if such a thing were remotely possible – on the bed. All of the herbs and papers that she had readied, and stood in wait upon the table peered in curiosity at the reunion. For the Nurse had hoped to centre her lesson today around how the herbs he was taking for his rash, were benefitting his health. The problem was … he looked somehow worse now than he had the last time ! The rash was lessened, somewhat, but still evident.* And the Trainee’s gait and movements suggested that the rest of him was somehow compensating for the otherwise improvement.


“Do you now intend to test my credentials ?” she shook her head, in some despair. The lesson would have to wait, or at least .. deviate from quite what she had readied. “I am not sure if it would be worse for this ..” Rhos opened her arms wide and looked the young man up, then down, “to be some sort of side effect from the treatment you are already administering. Or if you have managed the bad luck of somehow finding even further ailments to suffer !”

As though she expected that this encounter was going to test her .. the Nurse sat down in her chair, and waited for the young man to explain himself. “Dare I ask what you have been up to ?” she pondered aloud. And almost wanted to add the words ‘this’ and ‘time’.


*(This detail was confirmed with the character’s writer.)

[Rillewen]

@Ercassie

Trainee Trastion Leithor
Jan 19th - Basic Medical Training

He had been thinking that his rash was healing quite well, and while it was still there, the redness was gone, and it wasn't as blatantly obvious, now. He also thought he was doing a fairly good job of hiding how sore he felt after yesterday's accident. But he underestimated the observation skills of Nurse Rhoswyn.

The moment she addressed him, it was obvious that the nurse was shocked by his appearance. "Um.." He hesitated, offering a tentative smile as he stepped inside, as bidden. He couldn't help finding a little amusement at her question if he planned to test her, and started to shake his head before abandoning that plan with a little wince. "No ma'am," He insisted. "I'm alright, I promise." He assured her. "Just had a minor accident, yesterday." He was embarrassed to admit it, in fact, as he eased onto the bed she had indicated.

"I fell off a horse." He explained, sighing. "I can't even remember the last time that happened. I feel silly, admitting it, but.. that's what happened." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Eryn told me I should've come here yesterday, but I figured I'd be alright, and I knew I was scheduled to come here today, anyway." He made a face. "She was right though, I did wake up feeling sore." He ventured a somewhat embarrassed smile at the nurse. "I've been having a string of bad luck lately, I guess. I can still manage our lesson, though." He added insistently.

[Arnyn]

@Rillewen

Macardil
January 2nd, late afternoon
Garden

"Thank you," he said quietly , stepping into Hal's room and quickly taking off the cloak that almost radiated cold, placing it carefully out of their way. At his best friend's question, Macardil simply opened his hand, holding it out to Halberion. The Veranis signet ring caught the light, lying in the middle of Macardil's palm.

"This was found at a pawn shop, by a friend's daughter," he supplied. "Duinion's daughter, Eryn. She came to see me and showed me. You do not know this yet, my friend, but the girl was taking by Ademar - briefly, for her father and some of his fellow rangers found her a day after she disappeared. She had encountered a hiding place of Ademar's, out on the Pelennor, where she also saw this ring. Hence, when she spotted it at that shop..."

Macardil shook his head. "I figured you should have it," he added, somewhat more quietly.

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@Rillewen @Ercassie

Macardil
January 1st, around noon
With Halberion

His first instinct was to respond to the plea for help, but Halberion's suggestion to find a healer inside, caused him to pause after his first, thoughtless step forward. His friend was correct, he realized. Unless what they needed at reception was a strong set of arms to move the girl, if that was wise, he would not be of enormous help.

"We are not healers," he therefore added to Halberion's question, as if it needed much in the way of further explanation. "Do you think we could be of any help, regardless?" He had used the plural, even though he knew Halberion's options at helping would be even more limited. Macardil simply did not wish to explain much - if anything at all - of his friend's situation to a stranger.

Speaking of said stranger, he seemed more likely than not to keel over any minute. Macardil made his decision the moment the poor man sought to seat himself upon the low wall close to him. He stepped forward, moving to help the man. "Come," he said, readying to support the man. "We shall venture off to find a healer together. For the girl, if help has not yet arrived by now - and then also for you. You look as if you need immediate help as well, sir."

[Rillewen]

@Ercassie @Arnyn

Hal Veranis
Around noon, Jan 1st

The concern for the girl caused Hal not to even hesitate to nod in agreement with Macardil's suggestion. "It seems like I saw a healer that way, not too long ago?" He offered his own limited aid in the matter, recalling passing a lady who seemed to be searching for whatever herbs might be found still growing in the garden this time of year. As he said it, he was indicating a direction down the path. Though, by this time, perhaps that lady healer had already gone elsewhere, but it was the closest healer that he knew of to their location.

"I.. might not move much faster than a tortoise, myself, though," He acknowledged reluctantly. "I can wait here, if it's that urgent." Add much as he wanted to be able to rush off to find help, he knew that he wouldn't be able to manage that. Not yet. In time, he was determined that he'd be able to walk briskly, jog, and even run again. But today was not that day, alas. Macardil, however, was fully capable of all those things, and Hal did not wish to hold up the mission of finding aid that might save a girl's life.

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@Arnyn

Hal Veranis
Jan 2, late afternoon
A recovery room

It was a shocking sight that met his eyes as his friend held out his palm. Hal stared, disbelief written all over his face. His eyes raised up, questioningly, to find Macardil's, yet he could not quite find the words to ask the question on his mind.

Fortunately, Macardil began to answer before he needed to ask verbally. Hal's expression turned thoughtful, and darkened somewhat upon hearing that the young lady had been taken hostage briefly by Ademar, but he was relieved to hear that she was found quickly. That she had found a hiding place of Mar's, and now had found this at a pawn shop, was quite interesting.

Slowly, he took the ring from Macardil's hand, gazing at it sadly as he held it in his own hand now. "Thank you. And, thank her, too, please. Was she harmed?" He had to ask, concerned as he looked up from the ring. "A day.. he can do much harm to a person even in that time." He explained softly, troubled.

He was debating whether to say more when a knock came at the door.. not the garden door, but the main one. Hal glanced over. "Probably someone coming to check in on me, or maybe bring my supper. But, would you stay a little while?" He requested quietly, just in case. After what happened yesterday...

[Arnyn]

@Rillewen

Macardil
January 2nd, late afternoon
Garden

"Harmed is a broad concept," Macardil opinionated. "No serious physical injuries, I believe. Nothing like what happened to..." he left the rest unsaid. "And she seems like a resilient young lady. But surely it will leave its mark, regardless."

When the knock came and Hal asked if he would stay a while longer, Macardil nodded, and in light of what had happened the day before, he instinctively took up a position where he was only a few long strides removed from his friend and where he had a good vantage point of the door when it opened.

[Ercassie]

@Pele Alarion

Lady Gaelanna and Anardil ‘Warder’ Thavron
Come to visit the Masterhealer of Minas Tirith.
Reception. A day or so after the Midwinter Masquerade (late December)

They had looked for her during the Masquerade but, given the masked nature of the dance, it had been no surprise that they had failed to find her. Particularly since the dance had been a nice change of pace to be themselves, together, where nobody else would immediately recognise them. They had, to be completely honest, not looked especially hard to find her there. Which was not to say that the couple did not wish to spend time with their friend. An old friend for the one of them, a new friend for the other. And since they were not aware of her any home address here in the city, the choice had come down to seeking her out here, or at the Rangers’ Headquarters. Here seemed a more peaceful, safe place to find her.

The lady’s hand brushed against her husband’s as they waited in Reception. His fingers returned the favour, in a subtle but supportive response. They stood close beside one another, not only so that nobody would plainly see the brief, soft, touch. The weather outside was cold, the scented interior was more of a cool sanctuary. The lady did not remove her gloves, although she had foregone with the dark veil today. Her long dark hair served as something of a concealing shroud of course, and her gaze was ever turned toward her husband. In time they ventured to find a place to sit down, rather than appear to be unhappy about lingering in the surroundings. Hands mirroring one another, upon respective knees, like nervous teenagers. The pair of them did not watch after the Receptionist who'd gone to see if the Masterhealer could be found, with time enough for a casual visit.

[Ercassie]

@Rillewen

Nurse Rhoswyn.
Attempting some Basic Healer training with Ranger Trastion.
Treatment room. January 19th.

The woman’s eyes narrowed as the young Ranger insisted that he was ‘alright’. “Perhaps we should let the professional determine whether you are, as you say, ‘alright’ ?” she suggested, rising in her seat so that she could better inspect the Trainee. Thus far still from where she was sat. “Since you have come to learn about healing, ..” she cast a slow grazing look along her readied supplies and came to a decision. “Can you tell me first, Trastion; did you hit your head in this fall ? Because you have just told me that you can’t remember the last time you fell off a horse. And in the same breath informed me that you had an accident just yesterday.”

Rhos allowed for the young man to consider the evidence she had presented him with. “So it is either the case that the last time you fell off a horse was yesterday, and that has slipped your mind in the past minute ? Or that you managed some other catastrophe yesterday, aside from the riding incident. Which would certainly account for your claim of a string of bad luck recently.”


The nurse raised her left hand so that it hovered just in front of the Trainee’s face, and then moved it horizontally. “Can you follow my hand with your eyes please ?” she asked. “And, since we should make the most out of this circumstance, and adapt your lesson today to best fit your needs .. can you tell me please, why I am asking first about your head and testing your eyesight ? Today we shall begin with recognising signs and symptoms. As well as some tips on treating patients who may not be entirely able or eager to tell you what is wrong with them.”

She stepped back, bringing her hand to a still, so that the Trainee could discern that she was waiting on his best guess. The herbs might still be able to factor into their work today but she would work with what she had.