I watched poor J'layah walk down the stairs, hum crawl is probably a better
word, somewhere inside me a voice said" oh poor thing, doesn't she look
awful" I wasn't sure of the exact meaning of my little voice, it seemed
slightly sarcastic, but I've grown used to hearing that voice, so as usual
I ignored it and watched the tragic/comedy unfold.
Dear Julianos, I thought she's got her shoes on wrong, at which point her
face turned a whiter shade of err...green, I leaned over to Balefire and
whispered in his ear, asking if it was all right to cast a healing dweomer
on her.
I have found it wise to check with Balefire about casting spells, cause
that staff of his tends to have a mind of its own.
After Balefire gave me a good humored nod (he seems to be enjoying this
little spectacle, I thought) I concentrated a little, put my hand on
J'layah's forehead, till I saw her natural color coming thru, Goodness I
thought she is quite good looking when she gets cleaned up.
At this moment a splat of custard appeared on J'layah's plate, and for a
moment there I thought that i was going to loose my spell but I persevered
until she was at least able to pick at some bread and cheese, "eat my dear"
i said you are going to need all the strength and courage that you've got
in the next week or so, while simultaneously giving Tabanallis a glaring
stare, as if to say "you lout can't you be a little more cultured"
Instead I said to J'layah, "Feeling any better now, dear"
Twilight caught my eye and winked , which I took to mean well done, at
least there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, so I nodded at her and
finished breaking my fast, mentally going thru the various things I had in
my back pack and what new supplies I needed.