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Posted on April 26, 2014 at 01:42:12 AM by Birch & Torram
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A wee bit of powerplaying here, hope that's okay! [/ooc] "Torram!" Birch growled, her voice low and warning. The boy, who had been trying to discreetly wiggle his good hand beneath the bandages on his arm, smiled sheepishly at her and ceased his meddling. "It's itchy!" he moaned pathetically. "I don't care if it's itchy, the last thing you need is to rip out those stitches. You're lucky Morgana found you when she did. Do you need me to call Danny over for another lecture?" Birch flicked an eyebrow at her ward, who flushed and shook his head. Danny, being about four years younger than he was and a medical student, would regale him for a good hour with horror stories of infected wounds and popped stitches that made even Birch, a hardened warrior, turn a bit pale. "I-" Torram began, no doubt about to reassure her that he wouldn't do it... for the next few minutes, at least, when they heard a pounding on the door. Both exchanged looks, grinning. They didn't have many visitors usually, being the sorts that kept to themselves more often than not, so their instant assumption was that Danny had coincidentally chosen to stop by. Rochambeau, responding more like a dog to the knock than an otter, had already dashed towards it and stood on his hindlegs to bat eagerly at the doorknob. He fell several inches short, and had to content himself with wiggling and flapping his paws. "Openopenopenopen!" Ro chittered. Visitors were his favorite, especially when they gave him ice cubes and let him play with their shoes. Minerva, the only regal beast of the group, rolled her eyes pointedly from her perch. "Shut him up already, would you?" "How did you-?" Birch asked, her voice amused, even as she swung open the door. Her face changed slightly, her grin still friendly but a little surprised, as she found it was not Danny, but Amber, on her doorstep. Then she took in Amber's appearance, and the way she was trembling with her hand against her eye. Birch's expression changed immediately to concern. "Amber? Are you alright? Come in and sit down." Birch took Amber's elbow, gently guiding her into their little home. Torram sat up, his expression guilty (he'd been trying to itch his arm again), but his smile faded when he, too, saw what state Amber was in. "Hi friend!" Rochambeau chattered, oblivious to the fact that he'd not only not met Amber before, but that the woman was clearly distressed. He snuffled eagerly at her shoes as Birch directed Amber into a chair. "Let me see?" Birch asked gently, touching the hand Amber kept pressed to her eye. "Should I go get Danny and the doctor?" Torram asked nervously, already getting to his feet. |
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