The day had been quiet thus far, and for that Kavala was grateful. She was more than tired and sore from looking over clients. There’d been two emergencies that morning, but both had turned out well for the patients. One was a bird with a broken wing, a goose in fact, that had turned out to be an Akalak child’s favorite pet. The setting of the bone and the restructuring of the wing with her gnosis hadn’t been a stretch, but the goose’s attitude had been. She wanted her boy and her squawking had made no secret of the whole thing. Finally, yielding to her demands, Kavala had sent for the child and he’d had to sit up on the worktable with the goose in his lap while Kavala fixed her wing. Kavala had seen no stronger bonding between boy and animal, even in the Dyrkas striders. But it had all made sense when the father had pointed out the boy had hatched the egg and hand fed the gosling from the first moment she’d cracked her shell open. The goose had definitely imprinted on the boy and that was her person. So wherever the boy went, so too did the goose. Kavala wasn’t sure how healthy that would be for the boy when the goose grew older, nor how healthy it would be for the goose when the boy started to roughhouse. He was just about Tasival’s age too, so that point was coming.
Kavala had even let Tasi into the room when she was fixing the boy’s goose up. He’d sat quietly with the boy, asking him questions, and keeping him company while his mother worked on the goose. Kavala was proud of her son for wanting to make a friend and then having been willing to be there to listen to the boy when the boy needed someone his own age to understand. And the boys father, an Akalak named Kuvasit did very well also, letting the boy handle the bird’s injury which was somewhat suspect to begin with. When everyone was patched up, including some mysterious scratches on the boy, and they’d all shuffled out the door, Kavala had gotten a chance to take a break.
Being in the late stages of pregnancy wasn’t all that much fun, and more and more she simply wanted to escape work and flee to the sea. Her soon to be son – for that’s what she decided she was having – was kicking and fussing, making a big deal out of being happy and healthy and wanting out. Kavala couldn’t agree more. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t tired, because she was.
The second injury she had was more serious. A horse came in with a thrown shoe. But when the gelding had thrown the shoe, it had lodged into the distal Phalanx of the forefoot in front of it. The sight had been gruesome, but not nearly as bad as the owner had thought. The shoe was iron, and as soon as Kavala had a chance to sedate the horse enough to get a good look after cleaning the blood away, she could see the shoe had pierced the hoof wall, bisected the coronary band, and had lodged deep in the meat of the inner hoof. It took Aweston and Vanator pulling on it with a pair of forge tongs to get it out. Then Kavala had sterilized the wound, and sealed the bone and hoof back together. The coronary band had sustained some damage, and when Kavala healed it the heal hadn’t been perfect, so she’d cautioned the owners that it might mean the gelding would grow his foot in an odd shape or with discolored hoof walls there. The band was were the hoof grew from and if it was damaged it often grew out a bit more damaged. She reassured them that this wouldn’t cause him any lasting harm, and then had brought him out of sedation.
The gelding had pinwheeled his feet, shorted and got to all fours easily enough. Then he took one look at his healed foot, snorted at Kavala in what she really truly thought was a thank you, and promptly was ready to go back to town to visit the farrier and get a new shoe affixed.
Both jobs had been paying customers and so Kavala was all but cleaning up for the day hoping they’d get no more clients. If she didn’t put a second healer on soon, the Konti didn’t know what she was going to do. Life was too busy around The Sanctuary for one very pregnant Konti to keep up with.
So when the Konti came through the doors, opening them wide, and calling a hello, the Healer groaned. Sometimes work never ended, especially when a healer was tired, hungry, or both.
Kavala peeked around a partition, walked down the hall to the waiting room, and while wiping her hands on a towel, greeted the Konti. “Hi there. I’m Kavala, one of the healers around here. Is there something I can do for you?” She asked, looking like what she hoped was friendly and forward. Kavala studied the girl for a moment and noted there was no animal with her. She didn’t look like she’d ridden in and as far as he could tell there was no blood or sign of trauma on her. Kavala decided the new Konti looked to be about her own age and seemed somewhat quiet because she wasn’t talking to the thin air and wasn’t busy interrupting Kavala’s greeting with an urgent message. Both were good signs. But what Kavala really liked about the girl was her look. She looked tough, like she could handle things, and there was a certain edge to her that looked as if the Konti had been traveling. Both were great signs to Kavala.
“Tell me you don’t have an emergency for the day. I’m starving, just got done cleaning up after my last patient, and was about to go get a bite to eat. If’ its not urgent, you can join me, eh?” Kavala said, stroking her elongated stomach and leaning against the wall as if she simply didn’t want to stand up anymore.