RP:A Check-Up

Part of the Repairing the Irreparable Arc

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Summary: Sabrina comes back for a check-up and to make sure the goblins haven't replaced the girl's limbs with hamster-wheels. She finds Kang there, keeping watch and keeping the well-meaning goblins in check. The preklek also does origami.

Lair of the Tinkers

Sabrina pushes open the door with a two-knuckle knock. She didn’t want to wake her patient during her follow up but she also didn’t make a habit of entering buildings unannounced. She was looking for the girl’s caretaker; the Preklek with an uncanny new Avian pet to play father to. “Ahem.” She couldn’t recall if she asked his name, and if she had, if he gave it. Minty eyes scan the room, unsure of what she would find.

Kang sits in a haphazard chair made by a tinker with more enthusiasm than sense. Sharp edges and spinny bits decorate the armrests, making it a veritable deathtrap. Contrary to the last time the healer was here, the area is relatively clean. All dust and dirt has been removed and the sharp stench of cheap wine permeates the room, while a pair of goblins fan the air. They are supposed to be blowing the fumes out the door, but it seems they are more interested in thwacking each otehr over the head. The patient lies unconscious on her bed, cleaner than the room and carefully tended. Kang wouldn't leave that particular task to the goblins. He'd done that himself. At her feet lie a couple of the goblins' "instruction manuals", spread open. A paper goblin stands on the page, a small tab sticking out the bottom. One of the combatants topples backwards into the bed, knocking the tab back into place. The paper goblin winds the gears on the page. Kang rises and tosses the two out of the room. No worries about hurting them or their feelings. Goblins are thick-skinned, in every sense of the word.

Sabrina stepped inside, a medium sized basin half filled with clean water clutched in gloved hands and a small wad of clean cloths soaking inside. Her eyes fall on the girl; much improvement had taken place but she wanted to give her another lingering dose of healing energy as what was left behind was surely used up by now. The Avian looked a fair bit better, far from her previous state where she was crawling somewhere between the land of the living and the realm of the dead now she just appeared to be sleeping. “I have come to check on her. If that is alright with you.” If she happened across the girl alone she would take it upon herself to administer treatment, but with a guardian here it was customary to receive permission before treating. Her eyes never leave the girl; despite the many noisy distractions she is well aware of going on in the room.

Kang returns from the entry way and gestures his assent. "I'm not one to get in the way of healers. Anything to garner some goodwill from you fokes." The preklek picks up several sheets of paper from the stack in the corner, and he begins folding. Hovering somewhere near his temple, that odd spark of energy from before zips around, examining things, making popping noises when it ignites residual alcohol. Kang watches Sabrina's ministrations from his seat of death, hands never stopping their movements. Shortly, he has another paper goblin made, and several gear-shapes. Extending a claw to cut away unneeded pieces, he carefully assembles a new guide for his team. "I hope my care meets minimum standards. I know it's not exceptional quarters, but they love the work." Taking a moment away from his origami assembly, he brushes Cass's injuries and the patches the tinkers had applied. Smooth, flexible, and almost uniform texture.

Sabrina was happy to see the girl in such a polished state, the bruises and fleshy armors riddling her form seem to be healing nicely. She offers Kang a mindful smile “You have done good work.” She sets the bowl down on the table, by all looks of it the doting father had taken very good care of her. Kneeling she positions herself at Cass’ head, gloved hands push slightly stringy locks away from her face. While her wounds were clean, and her form in good standing even to the Elfess it was no mistake that males, especially prekleks would forget a lady’s hair. At least it was clean. She would bend her head down, forehead resting on Cass’ with a cascade of ebon locks shielding whatever view Kang should have received but there were no tricks going on in there. She attempted to heal the girls mind, likely sending opposing comforts than the girl was accustomed harmlessly meant to sooth. She would lend strength in the form of a low spread of energies to super charge her natural ability to heal her own body. The effects would not be seen in any immediate manner, but in the hours to come there would be noticeable change in the condition of her wounds as well as heart rate and breathing. She hoped she had given enough to pass the Avian from her unconscious state to a stable and deep sleep- the only defining difference would allow the girl to at least dream. But she would not leave her with only this; a sense of security, safety, and protection would linger in her mind. No nightmares would come of this. The process would take several minutes, but when she was finished she did not immediately get up to leave. Thin fingers pull through her hair, gently unknotting tangles and combing through stringy pieces that appeared to have dried in clumps after her last washing. “Have you administered the medicines I left you?” Three days’ worth, if she remembered correctly. Although, she was a tiny bit out of it upon departure at last interlude.

Kang says, "Dawn and dusk?" He nods slowly. "I can follow orders." He'd done what he could, but he has as much experience raising an avian girl as the goblins do at healing. The whole team is in the dark in this endeavor. Kang notes the relaxing of Cass' muscles and takes that to indicate a lessening of pain. He begins a new origami device. Twisting and cutting, folding and tucking, hooking each piece together in a way that it functions and can be taken apart again. Cass shifts at the sound of scraping paper, and her eye opens. She looks from the healer to her mentor. He'd asked not to be called her father, and he'd never steered her wrong. A tear trickles down her face and she says something she'd been meaning to say since the creature had escaped. No, since she had first decided to take over where the kennel-master had failed. "I'm sorry, Dedicate. I failed." She ignores the damage, the aches and weakness. Her only care is that Kang would be disappointed. He rises and takes her hand. "No, Apprentice. It is I who failed. Glasgow Grin was too much for me. It was my mistake to leave her with someone with less skill. You showed your bravery and dedication by fighting when you thought it was needed." He holds her little hand and locks eyes with her. "What are we?" He keeps his face devoid of expression waiting for the reply. She wipes away the tears with a wince of soreness, but straightens up. "We are unbroken, sir."

Sabrina watches their interaction, unconsciously watching with a silly grin. The basic need for touch being fulfilled- a kind of healing all in its own. She would back away while Kang remained close to her; body arched oddly back but combing fingers still toying softly and small braids beginning to form to keep the hair held out of her face. A series of intricate links ensured the hair was not only efficiently drawn back, but left its owner with her very own set of fine elven artistry. She stands, moving closer to the bowl on the table, kicking a wee goblin absentmindedly in her path. She did not seem sorry about it when she reached down to pick up the basin and hover towards the door. She did not wish to interrupt their little moment.

Kang sits and holds the girl's hand as she drifts off again, exhausted by even that little show of strength. Once she is deep asleep, he releases her hand and turns to drawing with a thin charcoal stick. Small diagrams depicting the pieces of the device he'd just made out of paper. If the goblins could replicate the pieces in various metals (iron, silver, copper) then perhaps, just maybe, plans could travel ahead of schedule. Kang presses on the back of the origami contraption and it bounces and flaps it's wings: a chicken. An innocuous bird and an innocuous device. The world won't know what hit them.

Sabrina made ready to make her departure, her rounds were getting further and further apart but she was happy to make this trip for their sake. The device he builds intrigues her but she was short on time these days and it was getting more difficult to make the time to replenish in-between locations. “If you see a change for the worse, however unlikely, feel free to send a Raven to the House of Ara in Larket and I will extend a visit back this way. Else I will be back for another visit in three days time.” Three days is all she was able to boost her for once again. With all hopes her recovery would be complete enough for her own body to take over in a few weeks, less if the caregiver continued his efforts at the level he had done so far. She bows her head quite formally for addressing his kind, a respect for the work he was doing as well as an indication she harbored no ill will he would normally be accustomed to receiving given his race.

Kang thanks the healer once more as she leaves. "You probably don't hear this enough, but your help is so much more than appreciated. I mean it." He attempts to stand, but scatters various pinwheels and scraps. He quickly picks everything up and returns it to the table with the paper. No paste. He'd learned his lesson. Who knew that goblins liked the taste?

Sabrina rarely heard it at all, as a matter of fact and her appreciation of his praise shown clearly on her face. She lets out a slight giggle when his work is scattered, a lightness filling her in knowing that maybe there was a chance that this particular male could realize a whole new perspective for his people. Redemption is never overrated, and the skills he could contribute with his tinkers could very well change the vision of his people for future generations. She found herself, oddly enough, having high hopes for this man and what ever mission he seemed to be on. It was a good path indeed. Nodding to his words she exited the newly refined pop-up clinic.