Devi said nothing as relief and worry warred on Garland's face. She let herself be led through the busy passages, neither of them saying anything. The last time she had seen the young squire he had been full of energy and life, practically bouncing with every step he took. She recognised his bleak outlook now, had seen it in the demeanour of sick-bed loved ones for years whenever those they cared about were in danger. It stemmed from a feeling of helplessness, of energy being slowly sapped by the effort one took to fight it anyway. Devi had to admit, she was curious about who it was that Garland cared for so, considering they weren't heading for the orphanage or the squire dormitories.
When they eventually reached their destination Devi entered a small apartment and her eyes honed in on a young Eypharian woman lying in bed, covers twisted in-between a multitude of arms. The doctor absently put her kit on the table nearby, absorbing Garland's words whilst taking in the condition of the room and her new patient. She turned back to the young knight-to-be with a small smile as he requested her help.
"Of course I will - I told you to call on me if you needed it and I meant it."
She moved closer to Sayana as she roused and let out a hacking cough and took in the unusual pallor of one who was pale but clearly used to being active and sun-bronzed. She looked tired, not surprising considering she had been ill for most of the storm. Judging by their surroundings the dancer lived alone. The fire was blazing but she suspected Garland had stoked it upon his first visit; she could still a chill pervading the air between the waves of warmth washing across the room. The furnishings and contents of the apartment were sparse; a small stack of firewood was huddled by the fire and supplies of food by the hearth appeared virtually non-existent. Devi recognised without needing to ask that Sayana would struggle to make it through the winter.
It was something she had seen all too often each time the cold season swung around. A lot of people would work themselves to the bone just to get by, only to become financially crippled by a bout of sickness or bad luck. Noone would put themselves out to help their neighbours in a situation like that in Syliras because a lot of people were in the same boat and didn’t want to be dragged down themselves. If you kept yourself alone in this city then chances were you would die that way. Fortunately Sayana the dancer was not alone and though Devi had only met him but a few days ago, Garland had already shown himself to be quite apart from the usual Syliran.
Devi touched her hands lightly to the woman’s feverish forehead and neck whilst she spoke, “Let me guess, you weren’t quite sick enough to stop working and then it hit you like a sledgehammer and your neighbours switched from being their usual friendly selves to unusually absent.”
She stood and returned to her bag, pulling out some tea and a pouch of mizas as she did so.
“First things first, I know your stomach likely feels like it’s changed into some kind of churning monster but we need to get you eating a little before you sleep again.”
She helped herself to a sack tucked away near the hearth and gave it and a few gold mizas to Garland, “We’ll need more firewood to keep this room warm a while longer and a good supply of food so we can get Sayana’s strength back up.” She went on to describe the kind of foods his friend would be able to stomach in the short term, particularly things that were easy to nibble at and keep in her stomach, like the dried bread-crackers people often took travelling with them when they needed food that wouldn’t go off for a while. It was bland as anything but in this case that was a good thing. “And if you can manage to carry it, stop at an inn to get a portion of good soup or stew, something with small chunks of meat and vegetables in it, because I am an absolutely gods-awful cook and Sayana's going to need something edible.”
With that said she turned back to the hearth and mixed some Rugberry tea. It was early in the season and yet her supplies were already running a little low. Devi made a mental note to get a good supply of herbs in to make a sizable batch up - if the season continued as it usually did then she would need it. She mixed in a little mandrake tonic as Sayana started coughing again and added some honey to help with the bitter taste.
"Here," she said, helping the woman to sit more upright and pressing the warm mug into her hands, "I can't promise it'll taste incredible but it'll help."
OOCI've taken this receipt off given that Garland insists on covering all the costs later in the thread.