To Set Things To Right

Writers: Bree, Dana
Date Posted: 12th October 2005

Characters: Tyrome, Lyela, Talrian
Description: Tyrome brings an sad and weary Lyela and her young daughter to healer Talrian
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 8, day 14 of Turn 3

It had been so long since she had last walked these halls. How many Turns had it been? Six Turns? Lyela shifted Kyelah to her other shoulder. Yes...that must be it. Six, long Turns. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at Tyrome, feeling her throat tighten as conflicting emotions swamped her. "Thank you, Grandda," she murmured softly.

Tyrome hadn't expected to be walking the halls of the Vintner Hall again so soon, even though he still lived in a cot outside the Hall. He settled a hand on his granddaughter's shoulder and smiled at her. "No need for thanks, dear. I wish you'd written to me sooner. You should have known I'd take care of things." After a turn dealing with Fielton, Tyrome had had made short work of his granddaughter's pathetic husband. The only thing that infuriated him was the fact that she had felt the need to stay with him for so long.

Lyela bit her lower lip and didn't reply. She wished she had written to him sooner as well. **And why _didn't_ I?** She didn't even know.
Finally, she murmured, "I know."

The infirmary had been out of use for a long while, but it was clear that the new healer was wasting no time in getting it set to rights. When Tyrome escorted his granddaughter inside, the journeyman healer approached them with a smile. "Master Tyrome, I presume? I got your note that you were coming... I'm Talrian." Talrian turned to Lyela. "And you two must be Lyela and Kyelah. It's a pleasure to meet both of you."

The three-Turn-old girl stared at him with wide, shy eyes. And so did her mother. But Lyela managed to give him a small smile and murmured, "It's nice to meet you as well."

A small cot was set up in the corner, seperated from the rest of the room by freestanding screens. Talrian led mother and child to the cot and gestured for them to sit.

Tyrome followed, smiling softly. "I'll leave you with Journeyman Talrian,"
he said once his granddaughter was seated. "I'm going to go and talk to Daigoro about finding a cot for us."

Lyela nodded, giving her grandfather a smile. They were going to be fine now. Everything would be all right. Once Tyrome had gone, she turned her eyes to Talrian, wrapping her arm gently around her daughter.

Talrian smiled encouragingly at the young woman, feeling pity for how tired she looked. "This shouldn't take too long. Let's have a look at Kyelah, and when your grandfather comes back, he can take her for a few moments so I can make sure you're doing all right as well."

She nodded, the looked down at her daughter, who was staring with those shy, wide eyes at Talrian. "Come on, Kye... Don't be shy, sweetheart."

The examination went quickly enough, and Talrian was relieved to find that other than being overly nervous, there was nothing wrong with the young girl. By the time Tyrome returned, Talrian was ready to turn his attention to the mother.

While Tyrome entertained Kyelah on the other side of the screen, Talrian looked Lyela over. She looked tired... and terribly delicate, as if it had been months since she'd gotten decent food and sleep. "You look like you've had a rough time," he said gently, his voice quiet enough to be heard by just the two of them. "Is there anything you need?"

She looked down at her hands, her fingers interlocking together. The cold, gold ring gleamed at her, taunting her, mocking her. Chilled by her memories, she shivered, then her green eyes flickered to his. And she shook her head.

Talrian knelt down in front of her, setting a gentle hand on top of hers.
"You can tell me, Lyela. Your grandfather told me that you've been through a lot. If there's anything--discomfort, pain--anything that's making you feel unwell, you can come and find me, and I'll set things to right."

His touch of his hand was truly genuine, she thought, glancing up into his eyes. Her fingers shifted against his - they were warming the cold, bitter metal of the ring. And as she searched his gaze, she found that the concern there was genuine too. It didn't seem as if he was speaking to her, healer to patient. It was person to person. "Thank you," she said softly.

"You're welcome." Talrian pushed himself to a feet, hiding a wince as his knees reminded him that he wasn't all that young anymore.

Lyela watched him, wondering if she should mention that she couldn't sleep very well at night. Maybe with some herbs.... No. She was in a new, but familiar enviornment now. It should help her. It should.

Talrian noticed her hesitation, but he didn't want to push. Not when he'd heard enough to know she'd probably enough pushing about for a lifetime.
"Now then, let's get you back to your grandfather and your daughter."

She stood and followed the healer over to her family. The young woman gave Tyrome a small, reassuring smile as she reached out to pick a waiting Kyelah up off his lap.

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