Talya kept her eyes trained on her hands. She felt that she needed to, at least predominately, so that she wouldn't ruin their ministrations- either by pressing too firmly, or at an odd angle, or too softly. She wasn't particularly gifted in the field of massage, she knew, and would have to be careful, as she pushed her fingers inward, directing Leeta's skin toward her spine. Making it rise up over her nails as though it were some sort of tidal wave, before it flattened out against the slight protrusions of rounded bone, at which point she began the process all over again, until her hands began to grow tired and ache, as she was forced to return to a more general flat-palmed circle rubbing motion. She would move at a speed the woman seemed to agree with until she spoke again, and Talya's brow furrowed. "Hired?" she asked, "Leeta?" more than a little confused by what the woman had been saying. To the point where she became so distracted, that the pressure she applied lessened greatly. Yet, her hand never ceased, and her ears never stopped straining to listen. To catch every word this strange, likely deranged, depressed woman uttered. Of course, there were no words for quite awhile, merely tears, and the sniffly, altered short breathy sounds that came with it. Sharp intakes of breath, to suck snot that was escaping back up the nose, and little whimpery noises. Whines, annoyingly endless whines. It made Talya wonder where she had gone wrong with her magic, as tears betrayed sorrow, but she had urged the woman to numb out. Clearly, the person she saw before her was sad and distraught, not numb. It made the Ethaefal uneasy, it became apparent if only you were to look at her face. Stop, Talya urged silently. Please stop! she hoped, as the sobs seemed to deepen, and the woman's chest seemed to rise and fall a little more hurriedly, as though she were struggling to draw in breath through a presumably now clogged nose. She could see blood mat to her cheeks; intermingling with the clear beads. She looked like one of her people, with seriously messed up war paint adorning her cheeks. A woman who had been out in the sun way to long. Talya wasn't quite sure what to do now, but she began by patting the woman lightly on the back a few times. "There, there," she said, as though she were a grandmother, "please don't cry," she said, in as comforting a voice as she could muster, as a metallic taste filled her mouth. "It's unlikely that you carry a curse," she continued, scrambling for words. Talya watched as Leeta wiped away a few tears and a little blood. She tried to look concerned, but wasn't sure how she did. She thought perhaps, her eyes looked a little blank, but hopefully, Leeta would be to distracted to notice. Although that is pretty unlucky, Tal thought to herself, as the girl rambled on, and she finally came to the conclusion that the girl's sister had died recently. Last of all of her family, leaving Leeta entirely alone in the world, seemingly without a friend, hence the depression. Now that the mystery was solved, as far as she was concerned, she could begin looking for an opening to leave; she had never taken much to compassion, or crying folk. "It never helps to cry- it just winds up deepening one's sorrow," she explained. So you can stop now, Talya thought silently, as she rubbed Leeta's back a tad more forcefully than before. |