Meg let out a hollow chuckle. If Ruth didn’t make some drastic changes then there might be no other way… if he even chose to after he woke up. Nairn’s hand threading through hers banished the thought for now though Meg had no doubt that someone else’s would be working overtime.
The healers arrived and Megara gave out her instructions, taking a ring stones from a colleague she made four hearthstones.
Megara reached out and fixed Ruth’s hair, moving it out of his face as the healers settled him into a stretcher and readied to move. Before they’d leave she turned to Dora, giving her arm a small squeeze and rub,
Ruth was carried out, Dora following not far behind them and Megara moved to lay on the couch with a heavy sigh. This was not how their celebration was supposed to come about, but nothing about their lives together, or apart, had been smooth. After a moment she looked over to her husband. Husband. It filled her with a giddy joy even with the worrying excitement of the day.
For them, the party was over, but the rest would enjoy it, going on into the early hours of the next day. Another day where Ruth would lay unconscious until a third passed and he awoke, He almost felt normal, save from the headache ringing in his skull and his chest feeling strained, but riddled with a hunger that ached through his entire body. A bitter, god-awful potion would quell the cravings, but only slightly, allowing enough wits to numbly hear what Megara had to say.
He’d stared at her for a moment before returning back up to the ceiling. “Is that all…?” he said, swallowing.
“....”
There was a long sigh, and an even longer silence that followed after. Ruth's eyes narrowed on the ceiling above in the Infirmary.
“I… can’t promise anything. I’ll think about it, I can promise you that.”
~ FIN
@Nairn Neirdre
@Theodora Oridotti
The healers arrived and Megara gave out her instructions, taking a ring stones from a colleague she made four hearthstones.
One for each of us, and the infirmary.Passing one to Nairn, Dora and the staff in charge of Ruth’s care. It would reassure them all or alert them if the idiot tried to leave again, but Meg was confident that he’d stabilise fully now there had been some intervention.
Megara reached out and fixed Ruth’s hair, moving it out of his face as the healers settled him into a stretcher and readied to move. Before they’d leave she turned to Dora, giving her arm a small squeeze and rub,
Remember to rest, I know it’s hard to see it right now, but it can improve. But… I put the hollow in your hearthstone if you can’t sleep.She didn’t try to dissuade the dwarf right now, but one fire at a time.
Ruth was carried out, Dora following not far behind them and Megara moved to lay on the couch with a heavy sigh. This was not how their celebration was supposed to come about, but nothing about their lives together, or apart, had been smooth. After a moment she looked over to her husband. Husband. It filled her with a giddy joy even with the worrying excitement of the day.
I need to rest for a bit. Then we go out and show face, go one lap around the hall, cut the cake and then we’re bailing.
For them, the party was over, but the rest would enjoy it, going on into the early hours of the next day. Another day where Ruth would lay unconscious until a third passed and he awoke, He almost felt normal, save from the headache ringing in his skull and his chest feeling strained, but riddled with a hunger that ached through his entire body. A bitter, god-awful potion would quell the cravings, but only slightly, allowing enough wits to numbly hear what Megara had to say.
He’d stared at her for a moment before returning back up to the ceiling. “Is that all…?” he said, swallowing.
You don’t change… and you’re going to get first hand experience of what Nairn went through.
“....”
There was a long sigh, and an even longer silence that followed after. Ruth's eyes narrowed on the ceiling above in the Infirmary.
“I… can’t promise anything. I’ll think about it, I can promise you that.”
~ FIN
@Nairn Neirdre
@Theodora Oridotti
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