RP:A Waggle and a Wagon

Sabrina sat in the chaise, reading a reasonably large book that looked to be pretty heavy as it sat propped in her lap while she enjoyed a bacon and toast creation fro breakfast. A steaming cup of coffee was at the side table untouched and cooling fast. She seemed to be having some much needed downtime in an oversized sweater and basic shorts- comfortable in many different weathers.

Emilia made her way to the house upwards from the river with a waddle to her walk. A waddle caused from a pregnant belly the size of a good pumpkin. “Oh, I am fine! I don’t need to go see some healing person.” The country twang of the farmer rang out as she was talking to someone that wasn’t actually there. Bright blue eyes staring at the empty space next to her, “Really. I’ve had worse.” Silence between her replies with herself as it seemed. Her forehead was cut open clean across from one side to the other. The blonde was holding a bloody rag to it, but still more blood dripped down the sides of her face.

Sabrina heard someone coming long before they were talking to someone else. She had risen from her seat and gone to the door, opening it slowly and poking her head out. She saw Emilia, made a face, and continued to look for someone else but to no avail. Her eyes study the crimson stain that ran down the face of the mother to be and she frowns. “Who are you talking to.” And that was the best greeting and welcome she was going to get. She steps aside, assuming the woman came here for healing since there was no other reason for a person in her state to be wandering this way. She would hold the door open long enough for Emilia to decide if this was in fact the place she wanted to be, and then she would rudely gesture to the inside of the house. “In or out.” Emilia was not expecting to find Sabrina when following the one sending her to get her head looked at. She could hear the giggles of the little girl that she traveled with as Sabrina peered out of the door. “I’m talking to Lillian.” She answered the questioned asked of her out of greeting while gesturing to the empty space to her right side. Of course, no one was there. With more waddle to her steps the blonde, whose locks now drug along on the ground, made the rest of the trip to the house and past Sabrina into the open door. Inside, she moved along just enough to be within the home so the door could be closed, but close enough she was still within easy walk to the door. “Why does one seem extra grumpy this morning?”

Sabrina simply shrugs. She didn't know Lillian, and she didn't want to delve into crazyville. “This is how I always am.” She didn't seem upset about being called grumpy, she was simply factual and to the point as was her norm. “Sit.” She motions to the chair that looked very sterile and usefull for her field. Making her way to the nearby cupboard she explains the unfortunate part of this service. “Conventional healing will have to do. My natural gift regenerates and restores, and with that thing inside you I don't know how it will turn out. I presume you want to keep it?” At most she figured a healing touch would cause the fetus to be treated like a parasite and in turn be purged from the vessel that carried it.

Emilia was cautious as she moved further into the home of the other woman toward the indicated chair. Slowly she lowered herself down into the chair. She kept her eyes on the other watching every movement that she made. “I’d prefer to keep all three its as you seem to refer to them as.” It was an odd way of answering the question. Her gaze half left the woman to look toward the space next to her. “Don’t touch things that are not yours.” She said clearly not directed at Sabrina.

Sabrina nods. “Three huh, better you than me.” It was in Elvish but the gist was clear. She almost took a step in Emilia's direction when she spoke to the unoccupied space next to her. The elfess paused, wondering if she should acknowledge this mysterious friend that she could not see or sense. “Oh don't worry about it, she is fine. Ara does not let harm come to any who it allows to enter its doors.” She only hoped this was an imaginary creature not some entity that had yet to let itself be known. She moves to Emilia despite it all, with a washcloth, a bottle of something yellow and gooey, and a needle with thread. “Conventional healings for you dear.” She places the items on the table next to Emilia and picks up an elegant bowl that sat waiting. She heads to the washroom to gather a super steamy bowl of water and comes back to the shelf to add a few things to it. A blue vial here, a purple splash there... two or three drops of the other blue one, and a glittery silver concentrate that seemed to do no more than smell good.

Emilia watched as Lillian was glancing over the bottles and such that lined the wall. It was poor luck that Emi was stuck seeing the dead souls stuck in this world through the ability of one of the unborn children. This touch with the other world left Emi seeming to be a crazy person always talking to the air, but in honesty she couldn’t tell the difference between a real person and the spirits. The invisible friend was harmless and wouldn’t bother Sabrina nor her things physically, just annoy her through Emi rambling. “What all are you putting in that water?” Emi asked of Sabrina while watching both her and Lillian. It was when Sabrina would make her way back to the farmer that Lillian would vanish out the front door.

Sabrina's swishes the bowl about and lists the things added and their purpose. “Blue Violet for any unforeseeable infections since you have been wiping it with that rag for what looks like more than nine hours, Valerian Root to help calm the nerves while not interacting with your... infection...” it was the best description of being 'with child' she could think of without seeming outright rude... despite it being outright rude. She continues on “...Jasmine, for the smell because..” she sniffs it “.. it can be quite off putting.” She approaches, reaching for the towel to soak it properly and begin dabbing the wound. “There is a numbing agent in there, it also sanitizes the area. This might sting for just a minute.” Her bedside manner was improving, in the effect she gave a damn how the patient felt at all. Emilia listened as the woman listed off the items that she had added into the water. Some of them were familiar to her with previous trips to visiting healers for her, others she couldn’t remember if she’d heard the term or not. When Sabrina returned the blonde removed the rag from her forehead allowing her to dab the soaked rag against the wound. Sting? Did it sting? Emi wasn’t sure. It had been all too long since she could feel much of anything. The difference between hot and cold was lost to her months ago. Since then simple things like a stinging pain or pain from hitting the elbow against a corner had faded away. If Sabrina were to make contact with the skin of the farmer she would find that it was cold as death itself. “Is it supposed to sting?” She finally asked after a minute or so had passed when she’d not felt a thing.

Sabrina would not touch Emi, she rarely touched anyone if she didn't need to. Gloved hands worked as well as non-gloved hands at this point. “I don't know. I don't usually apply conventional healings, your case is special. Like Captain Gerik. I assume...” She trailed off, her entire focus going to the task at hand. She finishes up with the concoction and sets it aside. She takes out the needle and a very fine thread. “... you shouldn't feel this at all.” The fact that Emilia couldn't feel things would still remain unknown to the healer so she would continue to go about her business with utmost care. She began in silence, pulling the needle through to create a well mastered line that would leave only the faintest of scars.

Emilia sat still while the other woman worked with a threaded needle putting the split flesh back together. As Sabrina worked with delicate hands to create a mastered art of stitching the blonde was thinking to herself. The other woman said she’d not feel a thing and she was right, but she couldn’t beforehand so what was the difference? She wasn’t sure. It was not until the other woman had finished her art that Emi spoke up. “Do you remember who I am this time?” She asked curiously. Emi could remember a few encounters with this woman, but in those times Sabrina had not remembered who she was fully. Just always fascinated by her golden hair, but put off by the dirt on her clothing.

Sabrina's voice was noticeable even-toned, her concentration taking most of her ability to enunciate anyway. Her hands remained steady. “You would have to give me a name, I do not recall writing about...” it was a long pause for no reason “.. a pregnant woman.” She takes out small scissors and nips the end of the line. Sitting back she eyes her work. “I forget things, so I have to write them down.” Taking the yellow goop she smears a good bit f it along the thin line of sewing to Emi's face. Her touch was gentle despite having been desensitized by the gloves. Surely she was more than used to them by now, like a second skin. Twisting a cap to the small dish in hand she places it on Emi's knee. “You should apply this for the next three days. Morning Noon and Night. The stitches will dissolve in that time, though... it may itch some time tomorrow. Do try to refrain.” She stands up, handing Emilia a mirror so she could inspect the work. It was fine indeed, not so much as inflamed puffing around the edges. For now it looked like no more than a sealed line, the stitches being so small they were hardly noticeable.

Emilia listened to the woman as she talked with silence between her words. “Emi, my name is Emi. I used to have a dog his name was Mutt. He and your dog played one day when we meet in Kelay.” It was the only time that really stood out to the blonde when trying to recall the other woman whose name she couldn’t remember to save her life. She knew the face, but that was about all. She was better with faces than names most of the time. Holding the mirror she glanced at the line on her forehead. It looked almost flawless and hard to notice that any thread was there. “It looks wonderful, Miss. Thank you.” She said softly. The container in her hand she held lightly before working on getting her big-self up out of the chair she’d been sitting in.

Sabrina should have probably helped her up, but as much as she figured Emi got herself into that mess... surely she had to suspect it would effect her balance. She watched in semi-amusement. “Sabrina, my name is Sabrina.” She offered a bow of head, a formal gesture of her kind that could mean a plethora of things, in this case it was something along the lines of 'well met.' “Try not to have anymore run ins, with what ever you ran into, hm?” She'd hold the door for the patient, seeing it was difficult to find the front door as Ara had a habit of moving it when no one was looking.

Emilia nodded to the other woman. “The cart.” She answered the unasked question of what she’d ran into. She’d not really ran into it, but rather fell into it smacking her head onto the very edge of it, but close enough. As Sabrina opened the door Emi would waddle her way out of the door. “Thank you and tis a pleasure to meet you again, Lady Sabrina.” With that said the blonde with curls dragging on the ground was headed back down toward the river before finding her way back into Larket’s main area.

The Elfess said “Wait.” she hurried up behind the girl and Emilia would feel her head tug backwards. A few swift tugs more and she says “One more second...” and in a flash, she was done. Emilia would walk away with the most spectacular Elvin braids that wrapped half way around the base of her hair line and was nine strands thick. It neatly came together in an almost basket like weaving and brought the overall length up to almost her knees. She takes a deep breath of relief “Okay, you can go now.”

Emilia paused, unsure what the other woman could want from her now. She stood there like a pregnant statue as the other woman worked with quick hands to form a more elegant style than the farmer knew to get those curls off the ground. “Thank you, again.” She said softly before finally waddling away.