Just like the previous day, Brandon was helping in the infirmary, his bendi assignments having earned him a spot in the healing facility for a day or three. Unlike the day before though, the bat was now making some sort of herbal paste; or he would soon anyway. Micquel had left a couple chimes prior, excusing himself with the explanation of having staff to supervise and patients to visit. In his stead, there was one of his assistants, a woman who’d mastered the “your typical Inarta” look. She did prove rather knowledgeable though, and professional. Plus, she did not seem to have an incomprehensible dislike for him either, much unlike Keah.
“So what am I doing again?” Brandon asked, stomping on the roots and leaves of some plant or other with a mortar and pestle. “Making a paste of this?” She nodded, “Yes. An anti-inflammatory paste that will encourage healing of wounds.” It wasn’t too difficult; it basically mean he’d just had to squish all of it until it became some sort of… goo. “The plant’s called Comfrey, commonly found near rivers or other bodies of water. They like damp ground.” Brandon gave the plant another look, knowing fully well it would be best to remember that. That way he’d be able to do something more than just apply bandages.
On first sight the herb wasn’t very special; a green, long stem, with lots of long-shaped, green leaves. Closer inspection however, revealed there were massive amounts of tiny hair-like structures sprouting from both leaf and stem. That would help a lot if the bat would ever find a need to go search for the herb. “In spring it has purple bell shaped flowers,” the female assistant added, having noticed the Kelvic scrutinizing the plant. He nodded to indicate he’d heard her, then sniffed the Comfrey, hoping to perhaps be able to distinguish its scent from that of other vegetation. However, he wasn’t really expecting much of it.
Brandon resumed his work on the paste he was supposed to create, crushing the usable parts of the plant, something that was a little harder than it looked. It took long, and by the time Bran was ready, his arm was feeling heavy. Though compared to a day worth of exercise, this was nothing. “Now what?” he informed, his supervisor looking up from her own mortar and pestle, wiping some sweat from her brow. “Now…” she frowned, coming over to inspect the bat’s handiwork, “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask, wait here.” And she was off, most likely going to look for someone in charge. The extra set of footsteps that resonated through the hallway when she returned didn’t promise much good, and neither did the voice. Keah, of course.
“You’re done with making some paste, I hear?” she spoke, casting a glance at Brandon’s work from afar, obviously not willing to come too close. “Good. Well. We’ve been having trouble with a Symenestra-” A Sym? In the infirmary? There was only one of the spidery race in the whole city, so the bat didn’t even have to guess to who it could be. Causing trouble though, that didn’t quite sound like her. “-She’s been throwing fits all day, complaining, throwing stuff. My staff can’t get near her. I’ve heard she’s a friend of yours; so you calm her down.” Brandon sighed. Calming people down wasn’t really his forte, the opposite was more down his alley.
“I’ll try,” he agreed, though Keah wasn’t very pleased with that answer. “No, you will,” she steamed, “This is a place of healing and tranquility. We’re lucky no one has been injured yet, apart from your friend herself. For Rak’keli’s sake! It’s that she’s pregnant otherwise I’d have sent her to her room long ago!” The healer’s rant was far from over though, she merely paused to take a deep breath in. Keah somehow managed to keep it up for a chime or so longer, finishing with; “You see to it, Agent of Death, or I’ll have her restrained!” The Kelvic sighed again, as she strode off to a lot of other work she had to tend to. “Can’t she just be normal around me?” he muttered rhetorically, knowing he shouldn’t have conformed to the healer’s interrogation in regards to his mark.
“It’s indeed rare for Keah to be this … ehm … talkative,” the assistant chimed in, “usually she’s very quiet. But driven and devout nonetheless.”
“I noticed,” the Kelvic breathed, “so, do you think I should do anything else than somehow miraculously making Dru calm down?” The woman stared at him for a tick, confusion crinkling her brow. “Ah, you mean the symenestra. Uhm, let’s see. If memory serves, she was attacked by Zith… so, you should probably bring some of the Comfrey paste, just in case. I don’t doubt her wounds have been cleaned, but it might be for the best to apply some anyway. And change her bandages. Not those of her broken bones though.” She thought for a couple ticks, and then Keah came storming back in, glaring at the bat intensely. “You’re still here? Get going! And if your friend asks for the corpses of ’her’ Zith again, tell her she won’t get them! They’ll only bring more disease in here!” And she was off again, soon followed by Bran, who went to fetch new bandages, bringing the mortar with green goo.
Upon nearing Dru’s room, Brandon noticed several staff members acting strangely; dashing past her door as fast as possible. “What’s going on?” he whispered to the closest person. “She’s been flinging all sorts of objects at us,”the man hastily explained, “we can’t even come in to close the door without being chased back out!” Great. Fits were apparently not the only things Dru had been throwing. Brandon took a deep breath in, and strode around the corner, through the doorway, swatting whatever object the Sym launched at him to the side with the back of his free hand. No biggie. “Good day to you too Dru,” he joked, placing his tools on a nearby table.
by Drusilla on October 1st, 2015, 2:09 pm 
